Fairy Tail Alvarez Novels & Stories

Some girls inherit power. I inherited a warning label. Wolfless. Servant. Spare. I'm the adopted daughter Alpha Sebastian Corwin never wanted, grew up learning exactly what I was worth: nothing. While my "sister" trained to inherit an empire. Sent to Valez High Academy to carry his real daughter's luggage, swallow her insults and not disappear the moment she needs someone convenient to blame. Eighteen years old, and I still can't shift. Still can't summon a single spark of magic. Still nothing but the help wearing a Corwin last name like a costume that never fit. Valez High Academy was supposed to change that. Three years among the elite of the shadow world—vampires, witches, si

“… next is the orders—” “What the hell, Millie? Your explanation is too complicated.” Lilac rolled her eyes. “You see, Emily, she met her gaze, “We have a king, which is the Alpha. Then the Beta, the elites or councils, and the orders or warriors. The orders will make sure that the borders of this state are well-guarded. They defend it from rogues—you know, a werewolf who doesn’t have a home or packs, the hunters—” “Humans…” Emily mumbled.

Ace POV I headed to Alvarez only to find none other than fucking Derek there as one of his lap dogs. So, this is what he was up to. Moving drugs for a drug dealer and I'm the scum bag. He was such a hypocrite. "What the fuck is he doing he?" Derek called out to Alvarez. He had some balls too. Alvarez was a tough fucker with no soul. Even not knowing that he was a pretty big dude covered in tats. Not someone you demanded an explanation from.

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.

I put them on as I can hear the entire conversation now. “How are you planning on doing that?” Alvarez asks as Pavlov takes a sip of his drink, pulling a weird face after it. I look at the woman next to me, and she smiles. “He wanted top-shelf whiskey, but he can’t handle that kind of drink”, she says, and I nod as I lean forward, resting my elbows on the desk and watching the screen in front of my eyes. I keep hearing the conversation on how Pavlov is using Hazel against us and how Alvarez loves that idea. Bastard. I can’t wait to put a fucking bullet between his fucking eyes and make him fucking swim with the sharks.

I teased and smiled fondly, staring at the field of dandelions that surrounded the rock where we sat. " Oh...you wound me, Avila." He said, smirking at me. He knew I was not yet used to my alter ego -the person I had become in battle. Yet, I am Avila, the Luna who, by choosing her mate, found our Alpha Armani - one of the Alpha Trinity. " I'm surprised Armani could be wounded. I thought he was immortal," I said, while he just shook his head and fixed his silver eyes on me.

Meaning that it was not a normal werewolf. “These were found beside the eye. I had to hide them as well, and I know for a fact that this was not a wolf or a werewolf had done it. Hence the assumption that it was a Lycan.” Alvize frowned as he shook his head, staring at the picture before putting him down on the table. He looked at me and I shook my head in question. “I am choosing to be honest with you. And if I am choosing to work with you against my station and against what I swore in my oath and my position? Then I do expect you to be honest with me. Do you know who these claws might belong to?”

One stops us by planting the palm of his hand on Azael's chest. -You can't get in here. -You can't give me orders. I am Azael Volkov. -pronounce authoritatively. The waiter gulps before babbling "sorry" and moving the tray back around. I frown at his reaction and wonder what he knows about, but I gather that this is not the best time to ask him. We exit through the rear doors of the restaurant, which lead us to an alley that is full of garbage containers and is somewhat dimly lit.

I just gave her some space as she hid her face from me and fixed herself up without me seeing her crying face and I completely understood not wanting a stranger to see you looking so vulnerable even though it was already too late. “I’m sorry for completely breaking down like that, I just can’t talk to anyone. They are all either busy ,feel guilty or pity me too much but it is all just getting to me. Hi I am Zelda and you are?” My hand met hers to shake when she suddenly froze and looked me up and down. I followed her gaze from my exposed legs to the oversized shirt I stole from Asmodeus. I was probably a sight for sore eyes …pardon my sarcasm. “Nice to meet you Zelda ,I am Alvaria and I am n

Laura Angel POV Luther and his mother, Selene, help me dress. I am a mess. I can barely stand, and the faires are on their way here to see their queen. Me, the queen, the concept does not seem like something I should be dealing with right now. I should be trying to fit in with Luther and his pack, not trying to figure out what to do with a fairy tribe. "I feel sick, Luther," I say. I lean over on him.