Alya Sometimes Hides Her Feelings In Russian Light Novel Novels & Stories

“Asha is still so cold and aloof around everyone else. He’s so different around you, while he’s still that fearsome Alpha around everyone else.” “I hadn’t noticed,” I said honestly. “I don’t really think I’ve seen the fearsome Alpha that everyone is so afraid of just yet.” Ayla threw her head back in a full-bodied laugh. She clutched onto my shoulder until she was done, swiping a fake tear from her cheek. “Oh, you’ll never get to see it,” Ayla said. “I think he’d rather chew off his own leg before letting you see that side of him.” “That’s ridiculous,” I said, rolling my eyes at Ayla. “It can’t be all that bad, besides, he’s gotten angry with me plenty of times.”

’ Alessa thought. “I would love to take Aliyah’s place if you don't mind,” she said. Aliyah’s face widened in shock. “No, no. I will fight Alessa, I will.” Aliyah hurriedly said and turned to Alessa. “Stop.” Madam Olga ordered and she sighed. “Get in,” she ordered Lily and Aliyah looked at Alessa with an apologetic look but all Alessa did was smile. She was intimidated by Lily but she hid it. Hiding emotions has been something she has been getting good at.

"Can we trust the alpha's choices?" Alya Dawn stood at the ledge's edge, her auburn hair disheveled and damp, strands clinging to her forehead like battle scars, framing her amber eyes that burned with a fierce, unquenchable light—eyes flecked with gold that reflected her inner storm of emotions: rage at Veyra's escape boiling like the river below, profound sorrow for the dead that twisted her heart, and a steely determination to press on, tempered by the vulnerability of leadership's isolation. At twenty, her athletic frame bore the marks of the fight—scratches on her arms, her emerald tunic torn at the shoulder, blood—both her own and enemies'—staining the fabric in dark patches. Her cresc

A dire warning inked in blood-red ink covered the bottom of the page. "It doesn't say anything about super-strength," I sighed, taking the book from Kayla and throwing it in the middle of the room with the rest of the useless books. "And anyway, Alaya wouldn't rely on a human, she hated humans. She had her own wolf. She didn't need to create a half-human, half Lycan to fight for her." Hours later the sun dipped behind the mountain casting the library into shadowy darkness. Lena distracted herself lighting candles and flicking on the lamps. Only a few paltry books remained on the shelves and we still had no answers.

difficult? Ayla and the Magic Teacher left the Great Library and searched for a room they could use. They passed near the dining hall. Novices and Fire Mages were coming out of it, having finished eating. Some of them threw a few not-very-nice glances at Ayla and a few curious looks at the Snow Elf. After Queen Vannya’s visit, rumors about her being King Amul’s daughter had spread around the Fire Monastery and the village. She didn’t blame anyone that disliked her. Most days, she hated herself. She hated revealing to Rhobart how she had despised him for a long time. Even if he had said nothing about it since the night she got drunk, it bothered him. He had tried to ask her about the one who

ALPHA RAIDEN ~<>~ I was no fool. Aurelia might argue otherwise but I wasn't a fool. I knew Aurelia was hiding something from me and she was lying to me. Aside from the weird but strong energy that surrounded us before she labeled Larisa as the kidnapper, I’ve noticed a few other unexplained actions of hers. The nights she sits by the lake, moving her hands around like she was trying to channel or tap into some sort of unseen energy, the cries that came after what seemed like failed attempts to channel and–

We kissed one last time as the last boarding call announcement came over the loudspeakers. ‘I love you Sasha’ I told him for the first time. He smiled down at me. ‘I love you too, Malyshka.’ I walked away from him, breaking contact for the first time since we had arrived at the airport. I rummaged through my carry-on bag for my earphones before putting it in the overhead compartment. My hand ran across something unfamiliar. I pulled out a worn out book with Cyrillic writing on the cover, clearly belonging to Sasha. I found my earphones, shuffled my playlist, and flipped through the book. It was a collection of poetry by a Russian poet named Alexander Pushkin. The whole book was in Russian bu

Nodding curtly I climb off his lap as gracefully as I can and curl myself up back into my seat as far away from him as possible. “Illayda,” Azrael starts before being promptly cut off by Serena. “THAT is enough Alpha,” she hisses at him. I can feel the anger radiating off of her which I am surprised to find directed at him. “You’ve said enough” she says, her voice like ice. Deciding I’ve heard enough of them I fish my old headphones out of my bag and plug them into my phone. I select my favorite playlist, a mix of classical music, most of them renditions of the cello and lean my head against the window.

That Valencia… “Valencia really has happiness surrounding her despite her past,” Ayla snorted as she limped out of the studio with her assistant’s support, interrupting Tatiana’s thoughts. She purposely spoke loudly, not even sparing Tatiana a glance. “Some people who claim to have done a lifetime of good deeds can only rely on someone powerful to bully others. That’s why they have no friends or anyone by their side,” Ayla remarked coldly. Without waiting for a response, Ayla got into her car.

She tiptoed out of the room, heart racing, and returned to her own room. It was late now. Aurelia settled on her bed, scrolling through Aria Marcellus’s social media page. She read through posts, likes, and dislikes, fascinated by how similar their tastes were. One post caught her eye, a collection of books Aria had read. Her favorite stood out: Hidden Identity: My Demigod the Alpha King by Ommylove. “Hmm, she’s a reader too,” Aurelia murmured with a small smile.