Novel & Cerita Aphmau Alina

Xander “What?” I asked, “Have you gone deaf?” she asked and I could hear Limuel almost blurting out laughing. “Ahm, Alpha Xander. I want you to meet our Alpha, Chastity, and yes, she is also our Luna. If you remember, we invited you for both Luna's ceremony and alpha oathtaking.” Jay said and I nodded. I was an idiot. I should have come the first time. I should have found her already and they wouldn’t have a chance for their momentarily insanity.

Damon replied as he sat on the huge chair Alina smiled, firmly holding her staff as she stared evidently at Liam, she had a feeling but never showed it, lightening flashed and the sky rumbled as it dropped it tears on the realm, Alina smiled widened the more as the sky continuously dropped it tears "Before we start Liam, let me introduce you, she's Alina, the great priestess of Zalwanga!" Damon explained and Liam nodded, he held a shy face "Alright, when do we start!" Liam asked as he bored his on Damon

Red whines in agreement and we turn to head back but the fast running of a possibly white maybe grey, blurred wolf, barrelling towards us in the distance- Red and I both speak at the same time.

I froze. It wasn’t Kael. It was Amara. Alina’s older sister. She stood above me like a storm in human form. Her eyes were blazing, lips curled into a sneer, and her fury was practically shaking off her in waves. Her expensive heels clicked as she stepped closer, her fingers twitching like she could barely restrain herself. “I’ve waited so long for this,” she hissed. My heart plummeted. I pushed myself up weakly, but my limbs were still too unsteady. My hands slipped on the floor, useless, as she crouched beside me.

Aluna continued talking while walking with Aluna. “You don’t need to work hard to answer the questions. You are smart, so it is going to be easy for you. Even though you don’t study, you always get the highest score.” Said Fatma with her shrill voice. “Huss! Shut up! You’re embarrassing me! It is the last time I am talking to you in a crowded place,” Said Aluna, walking away. All eyes were on her. Fatma looked so happy after embarrassing Aluna. ***

Alina touched my forehead and yelled. "You are burning up!" she said. " I'll go call Axel," she stood up and rushed towards the door but just as her hand made contact with the doorknob, the door opened and Axel and Marcel entered. "Axel," She shouted and pointed toward me. "Camille... She...." Alina tried to explain herself but her voice shake and she started crying. "I don't know what happened to her," She sniffled.

“I believe you haven’t been properly introduced?” “Yes, Ms. Ermingard, we never had the pleasure.” smiled the prince. Johan glared at him. “Seb, Dorin, Johan, these are your new dormitory mates,” said Ms. Ermingard, “This is Mordecai Almicione, a royal healer from the Almicione family of Healers, Alexander Bryon Louise Alcione, 3rd crown prince of the Alcione Empire, and his two attendants Guiscard Boulvar and Benedict Venet.” Ms. Ermingard glared at a seething Venet. “First of all, may I take this time to tell our new students, and remind the rest as well, that when we enter Aubrianne University, we leave all titles beyond the gates,” said she. “We do not give special treatment to ‘nobles’

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

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