Darius X Alador Novels & Stories

“I got a chance to raid and take them over. To prove to them that they were weak. Power doesn’t come from mercy, Aurora. It comes from fire, from fear.” He paused. “And now… now you should better be prepared. Because what’s coming?” He smiled coldly. “I won't be so merciful to give you a chance to survive it.” I narrowed my eyes. “What can you possibly do? You’ll be lucky if Darius doesn’t make you pay for every single thing you’ve done.” Alaric’s smirk didn’t waver. “Darius won’t see it coming. He thinks he’s a king, but I’ll tear down his kingdom brick by brick. My goal, Aurora, is simple.”

The weight of leadership pressed heavily upon him, the future Alpha of the **Thornheart Pack** with the responsibility of ensuring their safety. Darius was not just a figurehead; he was a formidable force. His reputation preceded him—tales of his strength echoed through the valleys, often recounted around campfires by the flickering glow of flames. He had trained relentlessly, honing his skills through years of combat and sparring matches. His dark hair fell in unruly waves, framing a face marked by determination, while his piercing green eyes held a fierceness that commanded respect. Many envied him, some feared him, but few truly understood the weight of his burdens.

The borders of what was once Blackclaw and Bloodmoon had been redrawn, and the newly united kingdom stretched far and wide, its people flourishing under their reign. In these years of peace, a new council had been appointed, and among them stood Darius, the Prime Alpha. His journey from Alpha Saul’s trusted Beta to a leader in his own right had earned him this prestigious title. He had proven his worth in the most trying of times, displaying the strength, wisdom, and compassion that made him worthy of the role. Now, he stood at the forefront of governance alongside Malakai and Amani, ensuring the kingdom remained just and fair.

“King Darius, I will deploy our men to search for Hazel.” Darius stood from his seat, hitting the arms of the chair as he did so. “Damn you, Xander.” “King Darius, you cannot push Hazel out just like that.” Xander said with fierce defiance in his eyes. “You dare spend time with my mate, and now you come to challenge me on my decision? You must be asking for trouble, you rascal! Now, go on your knees.” Darius spat, and I folded my lips, enjoying the drama unfolding because I could see Xander wasn’t going to kneel.

“You finally did it. Unleashed the darkness because of revenge.” Shame burned hot in my chest. I bowed my head, unable to meet his gaze. Before I could respond, Xanth’s voice cut in sharply. “Enough. We have a war to fight. They’re already at the door.” Darius bristled anyway, fury radiating off him as Adam stepped instinctively between us. Darius’s gaze flicked to Adam, dismissive. “Why is he acting like a mate?” “Because I am,” Adam said evenly. “I am her mate.”

Darius, the future king of Lakewood kingdom and son to Alpha Cyrus sprawled across the grass. In his wolf form. He ran for one hour straight, no stopping. He had been training for two weeks now. He was training for his mating ceremony. He had to be in perfect shape for it. He was going to rule, just like his father, Cyrus. But first, he had to find a Luna. His friend and Beta, Adolf tried to catch up with him, but couldn’t. Darius gave him a good 800 meters gap. Finally, Darius slowed down and Adolf caught up with him.

Rhovan said, still stunned. “Then perhaps the Moon Goddess has sent them to remind us of who we were,” Alister added. Heads nodded slowly, minds spinning. Darius scoffed. “If you’re done with your history lesson,” he growled, stepping forward, “shall we resume this war? I’m dying to kill you, Lord Rhovan.” His eyes flared crimson. His wolf surged beneath his skin. Vargr blocked him with one firm hand to his chest, holding him back. “I say it is you,” Rhovan began, pointing to Darius, “you are the real Alpha Darius, and you—”

"In that case, I'll leave you to it. Dealing with the Ancestora is like seeking a tiger's skin. I wish you success!" With that said, Darius prepared to leave, intending to return to the Thunderpeak Region to recuperate from his injuries. However, Xavier, who had been driven mad by the desire for immortality, wouldn't let Darius go so easily. Moreover, since he dared to mention the Ancestral Land, it was clear that he had been in contact with them long ago for the sake of the opportunity for immortality.

"They’re trying to lubricate the door. They’re trying to force it open from the outside." "And look who’s holding the crowbar," Jinx pointed. Standing on a raised dais overlooking the pit was Darius. He wasn't wearing his usual pristine white robes. He was wearing armor. Black plate, etched with runes that hurt to look at. And in his hand, he held a staff topped with a crystal that pulsed with a sick, violet rhythm. "He looks different," Kaelen noted. "He looks... infected," I whispered. Darius’s face was pale, his veins dark. He looked like a man who had been drinking poison for five years, hoping it would make him immortal.

Darius. Alpha Darius Blackmoor. Future ruler of Silverclaw. Impossible. Untouchable. Mine. At least… that was what the bond had always promised. “Elara Moonfall,” Elder Rowan called. “Step forward.” The stone was freezing beneath my feet as I walked into the center of the circle. Each step echoed in my head. Across from me stood Darius. Tall. Broad shoulders. Completely still. Power seemed to settle around him as naturally as breath. His ceremonial cloak fell perfectly along his frame, the Silverclaw sigil stitched in silver thread over his heart.