Fairy Tail Alvarez Novels & Stories

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

he smiled, his lips peeling back to reveal a set of perfectly straight, white teeth that felt too predatory. The compliment was hollow, a weapon meant to probe for weakness. He turned his body slightly toward me, extending his hand again, offering the same blood-stained palm to me. "Don Alvarez." The name echoed in my mind like a gunshot. The room seemed to tilt beneath my heels, the walls closing in as the pieces of the puzzle slammed violently into place. Now I understood Marcello's reaction. Now I understood the murderous fury radiating from the man beside me, making his frame vibrate against mine.

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.

he said loudly, “for someone who works with Dante, you have a surprisingly charming presence. I didn’t expect that. He is used to being surrounded by straight-faced soldiers.” Valeria laughed softly as she pushed a loose hair out of her face. “Maybe I’m the exception.” I didn’t know I’d halted until my fingers coiled against my hips. She looked at him. Not in the way she looked at me. Not with hate. She looked… open. Light. And I hated it. Alvarez shifted, and his eyes found me. "Your young assistant is full of surprises, Ah, Dante. You’ve got a real gem in you.”

The non-human eyes. “I’m not people. Sooner you let go of your past the better Ally. It will make shit so much easier. It will make you feel so much better. Just let your previous life go. Was it really that great anyways?” He grabbed the magnolia from the vase and handed it to her.

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