Darius X Alador Novels & Stories

The stench burned my eyes as they looked up. Alpha Darius of the Northern Pack pushed himself to his feet. He was in his late forties, with a neck as thick as a bull’s and teeth yellowed by years of nicotine. Rumors followed him like shadows — three wives buried, and no one brave enough to ask how they died. Darius’s filthy eyes dragged over my body, slow and invasive, like he was appraising breeding stock. “Marcus. I see your precious daughter is still unclaimed.” “Unfortunately,” my father grumbled, his grip tightening on my arm.

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

Drox and Darius located each other and gave each other a big hug and laughed, there was so much evil communication and it was eminent in their aura, it was irritating. Daraius introduced me to Drox, he told him that I am an important companion to him. Drox was amazed and then smiled at me, Darius was not known for sexual exploits so Drox did not need to suspect the lightest. The arrival at Westeros, would not be complete without some entertainment, and it was given, the kingdom had some skilled joggers and dancers, and I was impressed by their display. For a while I forgot my hatred for Darius and was focused on the entertainment, Darius then looked at me and said, "Indeed are you not enjoyi

He turned and ran back toward the gates without saying another word. I stood still, my heart racing. The twins woke up. Leo pushed his small face against my chest and made another low growl. I gently tickled them, whispering soft words to keep them calm. The gates opened with a loud creak. Alpha Damon walked out first. He looked just exactly as I remembered him. He had tall, broad shoulders, golden eyes that once made my heart melt. Those same eyes of his stared at me with surprise and something deeper that I could not name. Cassandra stood right behind him, her arms crossed and her face was already twisted with hatred as usual.

Once a permanent fixture on my head, now they only appear under the full moon. I was born to rule my kingdom. Now I wear my exile like a second skin I cannot shed. I raise my arms and close my eyes, letting the humid night settle around me. The wind lifts my hair, brushing gentle fingers across my skin. My muscles are taut, like springs pulled to their snapping point and ready to unleash the raw strength dwelling deep within. I am Darius, the Herd King, ruler of a realm lost to curse and rot. I’ve reigned over a kingdom, broken bones, bled and burned. But I’ve never wanted like this.

“Lyra! Kael! You need to come now!” They turned sharply. “What happened?” Lyra demanded. “It’s Darius,” Marcus said, his eyes wide. “He’s back. And he’s not alone.” When they reached the main hall, the air was already thick with tension. Warriors stood at the edges of the room, growling low, weapons drawn but not raised. In the center stood Darius Vaughan, the Alpha of Blood Moon — drenched, scarred, eyes wild with something between exhaustion and guilt. And beside him… an elder robed in black, clutching a silver staff that pulsed faintly with moonlight.

Not to protect her, but to keep her surrounded. The elder chuckled. “I wonder...” He looked directly at Kael. “Does Alpha Darius know that keeping a snake in his own home usually ends with a bite?” Before Kael could answer, a calm voice echoed the arena. “He knows.” Everyone turned toward the stone staircase. Darius descended slowly, dressed in black training clothes. His presence alone silenced the courtyard. The visiting elder inclined hi head politely. “Alpha Darius.” Darius stopped beside Serafina. Close enough that everyone noticed. Closer than an Alpha normally stood to a prisoner.

I opened my eyes to see a heavy chain wrapped around Xan’s throat, yanked tight by the trumpet bearer. Xan thrashed wildly, claws slashing the air inches from my face. Elder Xan let out a deafening howl and swiped his claws at me. I dropped low, dodging a vicious swipe, then scrambled backward. I sprinted toward the exit. I was the last trainee still in the hall. My foot slipped while running, and I fell hard to the floor, just inches from the exit. A large boot stopped right beside my face. When I looked up, my eyes met Alpha Adrian. He was shirtless.