Bioshock Big Daddy Alpha Series Novels & Stories

“Dada... it’s... it’s so loud... they’re all... screaming...” "The Audience is demanding the 'First Kill', Genesis!" the Critic shrieked, his ink-eyes swirling with a frantic, mercury-white static. "If you don't strike, the sector will be 'Liquidated'! The North will go dark forever!" The First Alpha appeared behind the Critic, his hand of "Biological Remorse" reaching for the man’s hoodie. But the First Alpha was fading, his form turning into a series of "Footnotes" at the bottom of the room.

he repeated, his gaze flicking to me with newfound interest. "Yeah. I hadn't heard that Alpha Tristan had found his mate, let alone a human one." " But the mark on her neck says it all". He took a step closer, his movements fluid and confident. "I am Ryder, by the way, the beta of the pack," he said, his voice dripping with curiosity. "And you are...?

Monika said with a grin. Within a few seconds, three huge bees stormed inside. Two of them went right behind Boss and Alex and grabbed them, holding up their own silver daggers to their throats. Monika laughed, pulled out a syringe, and plunged it into Allen's neck. Allen whimpered again as her eyes started to feel droopy. "Alpha!" Allen whined. "It's okay, Allen. You're going to be okay." Sebestian said. If the dagger wasn't at his throat, then Sebestian could easily tear himself away from the other beta, but he didn't want the chance to slice his throat.

The way he’d spun the idea was like he was going to be the boss of the household, and I would be his humble servant—spitting out babies, cooking for him, and rubbing his feet. But seeing how much love and concern Bratt had for Noah made me see a new side of that idea. An alpha wasn’t someone who sat on his ass and got his way—it was a father who set aside everything, even his own comfort, to provide for the people most dear to him. I didn’t know if Bratt was a shifter, but he had big alpha energy, nonetheless. I leaned forward a bit and smiled up at Bratt. “So,” I said somewhat teasingly. “Now is the part where the parents go back home or go to work…or maybe get a replacement for the coffee

The adviser agrees with my father, “According to our journalists at the scene we are battling against a very blood hungry Alpha. He is non negotiable because all the humans bitten so far have taken a different form towards humanity, they are just mindless pets. There is no classification of what drugs are used on them, if during the war you counter any of these, kill on sight, don’t give mercy.” Helen raised her hand again, “Pardon me, Adviser. Are you saying once bitten there are no bits of humanity left?” “We have never seen anything like this ourselves, typically not in this way. Usually when bitten, they go through primal shifts, they don’t go into a zombie apocalypse mode.” The room rum

the beta in questions daughter in so little. Nudity in packs is not an unusual thing but I preferred what was mine to stay mine. I was definitely not comfortable walking around in my birthday suit like some and I didn’t see that changing ever. Just as I reach the door handle I hear muffled male voices and turn. A group of the Alphas were in the hallway. One of them taller than the rest, catches my eye, their jaw clenching. They return their attention to the group and redirect them in the opposite direction. I step in the bathroom and try to think where I had seen him before. He was taller than the rest, tan with rock solid muscle. Intimidating to look at and that’s saying something consider

5ft tall said to me; "The Alpha commands your presence immediately." " Who among us?" I asked "The both of you." he replied with a blank look on his face. "Follow me" he said with a note of finality. We followed the guards meekly and they led us to an open field where the psycho Alpha was standing stoically with his beta and gamma. Nick was also with them. His eyes caught mine, and held. There was no drowning sadness in them. That gave me a little hope. They might not be killing us yet.

“Your uncle Jerry paid those rogues to kill us.” I stared at him for a moment, trying to process the words. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” he replied. My mother rolled her eyes. “Here we go again.” “You knew?” I turned to her. “Your father believes whatever Isolde tells him,” she answered dismissively. My father’s expression hardened. “Because she brought me proof.” I looked back at him. “Jerry wanted the Alpha title,” he continued, breathing heavily between sentences. “He thought if you and I died during the attack, the position would fall to him.”

He added, waiting for my reaction. Large and very rich pack. Their Alpha - Luca Sheridan - was young, probably my age. He challenged his own father, who stepped down too afraid of being killed. A wuss and a jerk. What a great lineage... Despite that, I still could not piece out why they thought I would react badly to that.

"The one who was holding the baby looked at the baby and kissed his temple and after that his canine grew big. All three of them were alpha's which scared me more. I saw how the other two stepped forward with same evilness on their faces. I looked at them there was only one thing that I can think that they will kill the baby and I have to save him, I was brought there for this purpose, that itchiness in my body was stopped and the desire to save the boy increased." "The oldest of all gripped the boy's neck and was about to bite him, I had nothing but a small piece of stone in my hand so without thinking I threw at him and it hit the back of alpha's head, making him to turn. I hid myself but