Novel & Cerita Alto Valyrio

Obsidian wolves are the most powerful of all Alpha’s hence why Valen is ruling our pack. Alpha Valen is pure muscle and hardlines. He has slightly chest hair and a happy trail that goes between his six-pack leading all the way to his penis, which is huge and not even all the way erect. I pull my eyes back to his face with its slightly sharp jawline. Damn, why is he so hot? I can feel myself heating up just thinking about what he would do to me.

With a calmness I don't feel, I ask "What happened?" "It was this asshole," Valerio says dragging in someone. His hands and legs are tied "I don't know the kind of shit he's been smoking but he's still high" they stop in front of me, Valerio kicking his legs from under him. He falls on his ass grunting. I look down at the man tied up. Alberto but he goes by Beto. He hasn't worked here for long. I know because I hired him around eight months ago. He's one of the foot soldiers who are on standby in case something happens and we need backup. They're paid well, barely do anything but are also easily expendable. He's staring at me, his eyes wild. As if he's just coming to and he's confused as to

, Sandro said. They all wondered if this was a good news or a bad news since they do not know who this man is. Alfonso Regal (The Scourge) went to his Tech company for the first official meeting with Valeriya Petrov. She walked in so confident and what got to him asides her beauty was her striking resemblance to Imelda, the Chosen She Wolf. "Hello Mr Regal, I am Valeriya Petrov, your campaign manager", she said.

she finally looked him in the eyes. There is vulnerability there, sadness and confusion. "Who?" it doesn't matter. Even though love is not a sin, emotions are not a part of an Angel. They should stay neutral. Her sin is that she loved a demon. "Azzazal" his eyes widened. They can't be together. Azzazal is the next lord of the Underworld and she is now a human. Even she must know that. Althea is pure, innocent to this world, but she is not stupid.

Powerful Lycans and Alphas from different packs talked in groups, their sharp eyes scanning the room. Ryan, the new Alpha of the Mega Pack, walked up to Valtor and bowed deeply. “Alpha Valtor, thank you for coming.” Valtor gave him a short nod. “You only have me for two minutes,” he said with a smile. Ryan’s gaze flickered toward me for a brief moment, then he turned away. “Please, come this way.”

There was a chorus of approval by the Alphas after him for a short while. The council members remained quiet, moving their stares between me and the Alpha's as they keenly watched the drama unfold. “Why is that?”, I said, leaning forward on my seat. Falgo stood up from his, a new wave of energy running through his body. A man like Falgo was used to being a bottom feeder. He was a hugely built man who could probably smash a family of four to death if he fell on them all at once, but nobody respected him because what he had in his muscles, he lacked upstairs.

From within the dust of the broken sarcophagus, stood a giant figure of a man. His long silver hair covered his broad, muscular shoulders full of sword cuts. His eyes did not emit the color of a modern wolf, but instead shone pure silver, so ancient and cruel that it made the surrounding rebels simultaneously fall to their knees due to the irresistible pressure of the primordial aura. He is Valerius The Firstborn. A former tyrant from the dark era, Alpha was a pure apocalypse herald who was sealed away because his brutality was deemed too dangerous even by the wolf race itself.

I threaten. He sighs, and quickly Yvain is stepping forward looking ready to deck me, but Alaric quickly halts her, “Yvain, it’s okay. Don’t take it personally. Valeria here is Isolde’s animai. I think you can understand why she hates me right now,” he says, looking down in shame. Yvain’s eyes widen in understanding before dipping in pity. Ugh, that look can fuck off. I don’t need it.

~Alric~ “V - valencia?” His uncle stumbled in his words as he clarified, “And how - how is Valencia supposed to prove anything?” Alric’s gaze fell on Valencia, the oldest member of their pack, a hybrid; half-wolf and half-witch. Among the council of elders, she was considered to be the wisest. They called her their healer, primarily because she was an expert at making healing potions, but Alric knew, there was so much more to her than just making elixirs.