Dylan Alvarez Novels & Stories

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

and I’ll pick us out some clothes and grab the towels.” He nodded and kissed my forehead before he headed in there. I let out a huge sigh. His emotions were all over the place and it was taking a toll on me. I could feel his sadness, exhaustion, and worry. They were thick and suffocating. I never truly understood the weight of being an Alpha until now. He worries for his people and everyone else that he hold dear to him. I’m amazed he doesn’t have some form of anxiety. I grabbed him a black shirt, dark ripped up blue jeans, and a pair of socks from him closet and sat them on the dresser. Then I reached in and grabbed a black pair of pants for me and a black shirt. We looked like the Addams

“You’ve made me a prisoner. You’ve made my daughter one too. So tell me, Darius, what do you really want? What is your motive behind all of this bullshit that you are playing?” For a long moment, he said nothing. Then his mouth curved into that slow, deliberate smirk that made my blood burn. “What I want,” he said, “is to understand you. You fascinate me, Alaria. You don’t fall apart like others do. You don’t beg, you don’t bargain, and you don’t hide behind tears.” He leaned forward slightly. “Most women would. But not you. Even with your hormones being a mess, your body needing a little more rest than you normally would have, you are holding yourself gracefully. And that, Alaria, intrigues

he added, resting his other hand on my hip. We danced under the candle chandelier; he twirled me away from him and lifted me up and back into his steel arms until the music finally came to a close. Everyone clapped, and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding when the prince released my hand from his gentle grip. I quickened my steps in search of Valerian. “Can we talk?” I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me.

he says gesturing to the file. I opened the file and my eyes fall on a picture of a young woman first. She had ash brown, curly hair, hazel eyes, and pink pouty lips that made her look younger than she was. Name: Rosalia Dylan Alvarez Age: 22 Sex: Female Date of Birth: October 24th, 1998 Height: 5' 8 Nationality: Mexican, Citizen of America Work: Massachusetts Institute of Technology (Student) Parents: Lena Alvarez-Ortega (Mother, Deceased),

But I followed him. I could not stay behind. Outside the gates stood a tall man with a thick skin and deep blue eyes. Alpha Kael. He looked even stronger than the last time I saw him. Alpha power was already smelling on his body and he was breathing like thunder. His eyes found me immediately right there as I got lost in thought. “Annie,” his voice cut across the room. “I have come for my mate and my pups.” The woods went silent for a while. I felt another kind of power as Damon touched me.

Alejandro's POV My phone starts ringing before seven in the morning. I don't even open my eyes. I already know who it is. "Dylan." His voice explodes through the speaker. "WE'RE FAMOUS!" I pull the phone away from my ear. "Good morning to you too." "Forget morning!" "I'd love to." "Turn on the news." "I don't watch breakfast television." "Your face is everywhere!" That gets my attention. I sit up. "What?"

Eden's heart leaped with joy as she heard the news that Kylian was searching for her. Diana had been lying all along. "Thank you," she whispered to the Alpha, a half-assed smile on his lips. "Will you allow me to leave now that Kylian is looking for me?" The Alpha paused, his gaze flickering over her. "Yes," he finally said. "I will let you go, but not without a price." Eden's heart sank. She had known that there would be a catch. "What is it?"

He was her senior in college. A smile was playing over her lips as she saw him turning towards her and winked at her before shoving the ball in the goalpost because Dylan and she had done a bet that if he won that practice match then she would have to fulfil any one of his wish and if he lost, she could ask him to do anything and he couldn't deny it. She and Dylan had a 2 years age gap but they were inseparable from their childhood. She had practically grown up with him because her father, Zale Alcazar and his father, Reid Karlson were very close friends and business associates and in all these years, their families had grown a very close relationship with each other too.

Dylan was the most famous, renowned, young, handsome, and richest musician in the country and across the continent. He was admired and adored by the whole country. I heard no one gets in physical contact with him except for his family members and manager. He was also the heir to the Talen's Empire. Although he had step-siblings. Yes, he was from a polygamous family. Although rumors have it that his mum, Flora Talen slept with her best friend's husband, Chris Talen. Who married her after he found out she was pregnant for him.