Novel & Cerita Darius X Alador

I say. "You will regret this day, Victor Smith! This means war. You don't want to go to war with the original vampires. I hear you have another vampire friend in town. Isn't his name Xavier? I heard you drove him and his coven away years ago and will not allow them to come into the city again. I am sure he will help me with his werewolf friends. After we are done with you, we don't need the werewolves anymore. We will kill all of them. Xavier will rule this area again. I will have a big army when I return. I can feel your magic pushing us out of your territory. It won't help you much when we return. We have the help of mighty magical creatures. You better pray to your moon goddess tonight. Y

I sank into my chair, trying to sit tall even though my muscles wanted to curl in, ready to spring. Elder Kael gave a small nod to the left. “We’ll hear the alphas speak.” Alpha Darius was first. He stood like he owned the floor… broad, solid, unmovable, like the mountains his wolves called home. His beard bristled as he jabbed a finger toward me.

The doors opened with a deep groan, as though even the wood resisted granting entry. A man stepped forward. Not a wolf, not like the others, but something else or close enough to wear the shape convincingly. His black tunic was simple yet fine, trimmed with silver thread. His eyes, however, betrayed him. They gleamed faintly, like coals banked beneath ash. He bowed low, voice smooth and measured. “Alpha Darius. Welcome home.” Darius’s jaw ticked. “This is not home Luca,” he said flatly. “It is my brother’s hall. Do not mistake the difference.”

The door swung open and Darius walked in like he owned the place, with Nyla and Alaric behind him. Darius had become a big part of our life and was definitely second in line for Best Uncle, after Damien. “Uncle Darius!” the kids screeched, stampeding toward him. “My little munchkins!” he chuckled as they swarmed his legs like happy, loud gremlins. “Gee, it’s tough being invisible,” Nyla sighed dramatically. Alaric snorted. “Come here, you little goblins.” Aria and Theo peeled away from the crowd to hug Nyla around the waist, giggling. Axel climbed straight up Alaric like a monkey until the man groaned and held him properly.

she asked, her voice steady, sharp, “to decide who is meant to exist?” The alpha’s lip curled. “I am Alaric Veynor. Perhaps the name still lingers in your memory. My line has ensured for centuries that the flame of Skyrana never rises again.” Something inside her stilled. The name cut through her like a knife. Memory bled, silver-haired children screaming, blood staining snow, her kin slaughtered beneath the moon. The night her tribe was destroyed. Her breath hitched. He was there. Her eyes swept the hall, frantic, searching. And then she saw him, beyond Alaric, leaning with careless arrogance, a scarred smirk twisting his face. Lord Darius. He raised a goblet to her in mocking salute.

King Hadrian came, frowning deeply at Darius, motioning to the person to start the court where his punishment shall be decided. “Name?” They asked Darius. His head was hanging low. Failing to look up, curling his hands in a fist as I kept glaring at him with my watery eyes. “Darius Alfonso.” His cold tone came out. “Status?” They asked him again strictly. “Alpha of the Scarlet Moon pack.” “Crime?” “Cold blood murder of Jax, head of the hunters.” I growled to find this look of emotionless on his face, having no regret of staining his hand in Jax’s blood.

Dorian Grimaldi. I sat in my office, the air heavy with anticipation and the lingering remnants of the recent celebration. Another day had dawned, and with it, the imminent coronation ceremony where I would ascend to the throne as the Alpha King. Immersed in the weighty matters of my responsibilities, I found solace in the solitude of my thoughts, hoping to conjure something significant amidst the sea of paperwork before me. A resounding knock echoed through the room, abruptly pulling me from my contemplation. I raised my gaze, meeting the closed door with an expectant expression. "Come in," I commanded, my voice firm yet tinged with curiosity. Gustavo stepped inside, accompanied by Ben.

AYLA’S POV The night air felt cold and sharp on my skin, filled with the smell of blood and smoke drifting from the forest. I stood on a small balcony outside the Great Hall, watching the forest edge burn in the moonlight. Darius stood nearby, his posture rigid, every muscle coiled like a spring. The guards patrolled the perimeter, whispers of urgency passing between them. “They’re close,” he said, his voice low but steady. “Northern Watch reports they’re moving faster than expected.”

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

Sable punched him straight in the nose and when we left, we hadn’t thought about him, except to hear about the compensation. My focus has been on Jasper, Giselle, rogues, and a lot of other things, but not Darius. Truth be told, we thought that chapter was closed. So, it’s surprising to see him here. “What the fuck are you doing here, Alpha Darius?” I growled. Behind me are the warriors, ready to defend their Luna. The surge of protectiveness over their Luna can be felt through the pack bond. “I came to see my chosen Luna, Alpha Jaxon.” Darius said.