Avalanche-kings Novels & Stories

Lucian of Ashville. Gregor of Silverclaw. Damian of Nightshade. Maverick of Rainville. Drystan of Ironclaw. And the others: Varek of Blood Moon, Alaric of Thornspike, Soren of Wildheart, Edric of Stormfang. Every one of them was present. Xander and I entered together, followed by Kael, Vanessa, Kaida, and Rowan — who looked like he’d aged ten years overnight. “Alpha King,” Alpha Varek began, his voice clipped, “is it true?”

My eyebrow remained arching at her. "You used to know? Do you even know me in the first place, Rossweisse Valkovich?" I sarcastically laughed. I saw how her eyes widened, "You just knew me by the mask I'm using. The Lazy King. Don't speak and act as if you knew me very well because you don't. YOU DON'T KNOW ME YET. You don't know who I really am. What you know is I'm Rampage Kirk Berlouz, AoE's owner, the laziest King and the most listless Student Council Vice President. That's all." I sassed with full of sarcasm. I took a slow sip on my coffee, creating a sound.

I nodded to him, knowing fully well what he was about to announce. “My Queen, My Kings, Lords, Ladies and esteemed members, I’m delighted to have you all with us this evening. Tonight, we are formally welcoming Her Highness Avelina Wroblewski back to Eclipse Mountain, and introducing her four Kings to the Kingdom’s dignitaries.” He gave a small smile as he looked around the room. “You all know our Queen, but I’m delighted to introduce their Royal Highnesses King Consorts Theodore and Noah Hughes, and Oscar and Callum Lewis, Alphas of the Blood Moon pack.” They all gave a small nod as their names were mentioned, and the unease rolling off them was insane.

Kavi {{ Jewel, baby come onnnnn, I really don't see what the issue is here with sending him to the summit, I mean this could mean forming new alliances with other packs on an international level, this could be huge for us }} (( Kavi Sloan, please don't make me hurt you, you want me to send my baby so far away, to an entirely different continent! where anything could go wrong! where anything could happen to him and I or we would not be able to help him ))

The scent of ozone and lavender was thick in the air. "The 'Debt' is erased, Avery," Dominic replied, his eyes glowing with a permanent, deep indigo. He pulled her into his arms, the possessive king finally finding his queen in the ruins of his empire. "The Consortium is bankrupt. There is no 'Ice-King.' There is only us. And we are finally off the books."

Seventeen Seth Alpha king Alfred of the Six fangs clan rambled on and on about the recent threats on the werewolf community, and I yawned for the tenth time. Connor shot me a glare from the other side of the table, and I cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I, Alpha Nicklaus Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a lowly slave, as my mate!” “No…!” I growled out in pain, holding my chest tightly. It hurts so much; my body trembles in shock. I raised my gaze up to Nicholas; at least he's been kind to me once. I hope that he wouldn't reject me as his brother did. I was already broken; another rejection will completely shatter me. “I, Alpha Nicholas Mickelson, reject you, Freya, a maid, as my mate and Luna!” “No… argh…” I cried hard, watching them leave after reciting the rejection vows.

Soren The notification comes as a ripple through the dark web, a shadowy realm where whispers and threats are currency. It’s from the Alpha kings, their response to our message. Ivar and I gather around the secured terminal, the air between us charged with anticipation and a hint of something darker. The video flickers to life, the image sharp despite the layers of encryption. There they stand, the Alpha kings, united in their fury. Their faces are etched with rage, the kind that speaks of unleashed storms and ravaged lands.

The burning question rose from my chest and slipped out through my lips. Finally, I was able to ask him, "Chasel, just who are you?" He paused, tilting his head to the left, and said, "My name is Chester, and I'm the Alpha King."

Chapter 14 - She’s Identified Alpha Maxton arrived at the King’s Palace of the Northern Packs, and was greeted by Alpha King Janoer, a tall, broad shouldered man in his early thirties, with jet-black hair cut short on the sides and left slightly longer on top. His clean shaven jaw was strong, and his piercing blue eyes, framed by dark brows, held both authority and intelligence. He wore a tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt, the silver emblem of the Northern Pack was a howling wolf against a mountain backdrop, pinned to his lapel.