Novel & Cerita Chaos Lord Alteon

Xavier hummed in agreement before ending the call. He pulled out the papers from his pocket and started deciphering it. He studied them properly : -------------------- WOLFSBANE Organisation→ serum → superhuman Head not human Scientists — humans? Maybe or no Chief → def. Not → superhuman? In New York? No… Organisation → human → mage Ravenwood → forest Human → mage → war? possibly Royal family → extended - no - yes Big chain Humans → pawns Chief → Ald --------------------

~Lyra's POV~ The northern Alpha's name was Cael. He was in his seventies, which for a dominant wolf meant he still moved like a man in his fifties, and he had the particular quality of someone who had been Alpha long enough that the role had stopped being something he performed and had simply become what he was. He received me in a long stone hall that smelled like pine resin and old fires, shook my hand with the directness of someone who had no patience for formal posturing, and then looked at me for a long moment before he said anything.

Inside the blinding silver fire, a sudden, heavy silence fell over the altar room. The chaotic roaring of the magical energy died down, leaving behind a sound like a rushing, powerful wind. From the center of Duncan’s fading chest, a massive silhouette began to rise. It was the great silver beast, the ancient, royal wolf spirit that had defined the Alonso bloodline for generations.

My skin flushed red hot, every nerve ending in my body suddenly screaming in bizarre, frantic awareness. Two broad, claw-scarred leather boots came to a halt directly in front of my face. I forced myself to look up. Lucan Ashcroft. The Alpha Lord of the Moonsong Dominion. The supreme heir to the Silverclaw monarchy, and the most feared warrior in the seven territories.

It became apparent that Algea was the only one capable of aiding him, as his newly-appointed right hand proved ineffective. Summoning Algea, the dark lord noticed a smirk on her face. Her expression conveyed that she had anticipated this moment eagerly, waiting for the lord to reach a point of desperation where he had no choice but to seek her assistance. Without second thoughts, Algea, in the form of a white snake, slithered towards the dark lord's chamber. Upon reaching the front of his throne, she transformed back into her human self. "My lord," she greeted him, lowering her body. "Why did you call me? Do you have something to tell me?" she inquired.

" Tides will turn, enemies will become your allies and your allies will become your worst enemies! Gods will become monsters and evil shall stain your peaceful world. And finally when everything has turned to its worst....you, Drom Valienta. The 34th King of the Independent States, Will die at the hands of the one you cherish most. And he will feel no remorse, neither will I. This is the message passed on to me by the Elder brother God Arekin... The staircase descent was swift, with occasional misplacement of feet causing some staggers, but they managed to reach the throne hall unscathed. Alvatrone stood near the capacious banquet table. He paced from left to right, flaunting his purple cape

In his gestures and movements, there was a shadow of Alfonso, but also a steadiness that did not belong to him. Carl stood in the shadows, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone before finally settling on the view outside the window. He knew that this warmth before him was nothing more than the calm before the storm. Mystic Vale, Obsidian Gang, as well as Solaris Hold, Azure Citadel Sect, and Mistpeak Sect—the ones who destroyed Ethereal Lumin Hold in his previous life—and the person who had returned in Alfonso's body, all of it pointed to a coming storm of blood and chaos.

"Their names are lost to the mists of time, but their titles represent their essence and role within the Lycan lineage." "The Oldest Brother," Alyssa continued, her words tinged with a sense of awe, "was hailed as the Lord of Chaos. He inherited his father’s kingdom. His presence commanded respect and struck fear into the hearts of all who encountered him. Like a tempest unleashed, he ruled with unmatched ferocity, his power reverberating through the very core of their ancestral kingdom."

“Say that again, and I'll take you and send you back to your family in pieces!" “I'm sorry, My Lord." He bowed his head and sat down. The only man I could tolerate, who was the chief Elder and also my father's right hand man, Elder Lewis stood up and came forward. “My Lord, we mean no harm. All we're saying is that, it's never been heard in our history, that a wolf was mated to a human. That's all." “Well, it's happening. In fact, it's already happened, so you all should deal with it."

Crimson and black chaos swirling lazily around him like smoke. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them moved. Yet the tension between them was unmistakable. Caius finally broke the silence. “Well,” he said dryly, folding his arms. “That went… spectacularly wrong.” Allistair and Kaelen’s gaze finally focused on them. And both their eyes widened at what they saw. They then appeared in front of their lovers. Allistair in front of Lucifer and Kaelen in front of Gluttony. “That’s the sword I saw in my dreams, the one you held there, before the Book of Chaos appeared. The sword you're holding now, Mi Alfa.” Allistair exclaimed. Also on the side of Kaelen he told his lover. “Mon Coeur, that’s the bo