Fullmetal Alchemist Greed Novels & Stories

The air inside the warehouse remained thick and heavy, the dim light above flickering restlessly, casting trembling shadows across the cracked walls and layers of dust. The conversation had reached its most crucial point, and in Jim’s deep, unreadable eyes, a glimmer of greed and anticipation shimmered, impossible to conceal. “You’re certain,” Alia asked quietly, her tone steady but edged with disbelief, “that what you want… is Marcellus’s blood?” “Of course.” Jim’s reply came almost instantly, his voice cold and precise. “With his blood, I can locate the handle he once threw away. For me, that won’t be difficult.”

I grabbed the long broom and cleaned the floors, tidying up the books on the shelves when I stumbled on a book with a strange title. "How to sacrifice humans to idols." That was the title of the book. For a moment, my mind beat very fast. It felt like it was specifically written by someone who knew me, and wanted to sacrifice me to idols. I was a wolf of course, but I've got a human body too. I turned the pages of the book, trying to see if I could practice one of those spells written there. I wasn't a witch neither was I a warlock. Did this mean that there's a witch somewhere in the pack but the Alpha, Simon, doesn't want to let us know?

I know it. I do not understand why he keeps asking me. He knows the answer will never be any different. "I will not betray her," I tell him. "You will tell us where she is," he insists. "You will speak." "I will never betray her," I reiterate. He strikes me. Hard. "Where is the girl?" he roars. But I will not give him what he wants. "I will defeat you," I tell him. "You cannot defeat me," he tells me. "I am the Alpha.

She reached into her cloak, retrieving a bag filled with gleaming coins, and tossed it to the criminals. Their eyes widened with greed as they counted their spoils, their momentary distraction sealing their fate. Alana seized the opportunity, launching herself at the nearest criminal with a speed and ferocity that caught them off guard. A frenzy of punches and kicks followed, each blow fueled by Alana's deep-rooted hatred and desire for revenge.

I dressed in black, chains against my chest, praying for a miracle that never came. My father cut our palms before the pack and the Elders, passing the mantle. “I give you Alpha Renzo of the Moonshadow Pack.” Applause thundered. My mother’s face glowed with pride. “And now,” my father announced, “I present your future Luna—my son’s mate, Azalea.” She emerged in silver, flawless, her hair swept up. She smiled nervously and placed her hand in mine. And then a voice rang out, sharp and mocking:

A mansion, a large apartment downtown, a Maserati, ten million dollars in cash, and one percent share of his publicly traded company. All this was a small token of sincerity? "Fine." I signed with the pen. "I'll accept the compensation." Although Ethan loved me now, who could guarantee what would happen later? When men stopped loving you, their hearts could easily turn to stone. I had to keep something of my own to rely on. I did not hide this from Ethan. I just did not tell him the exact amount. However, he did not react much to it. "If he's giving it to you, just take it. No matter how much he gives, he owes you.

Shock flickered across their faces as they watched us cut through the warriors without effort. I left Ronald to handle the rest. He looked like he was enjoying himself. I turned my focus to the two alphas. I locked eyes with them and let my fury flood the mind link. “You lied to me,” I screamed. The man with gray hair started to stammer, his confidence cracking. The older alpha noticed the look in my eyes. He saw it clearly. I was ready to kill him. He raised his hands slowly and backed away, fear finally overpowering his pride. Then he turned and fled.

“Rowland Simon, I appreciate your visit and your offer. But I will not work with you.” Rowland blinked. “What?” “I said,” Lucas repeated, “I will not work with you.” Rowland’s face hardened. “You refuse an alliance with the Crystal pack? You would reject my hand when I offer you wealth and power?” Lucas met his gaze firmly. “You came here asking me to turn against your own blood. You came asking me to fight your brother so you can wear the crown. That is not honor. That is greed.” Rowland’s jaw tightened. “You speak as if you understand our affairs.”

Ajax asked when I kept quiet. “Yes. And all of them are just idiots. There’s no mastermind among them, just tools.” I snorted, slapping the file shut. “Our pack is worth billions, and they are all well taken care of. Nobody here is starving, homeless, or struggling to survive.” I started walking, heading out of the dungeon. “So explain to me why these idiots keep selling themselves for scraps.” Ajax sighed. “Greed.” “Greed?” I repeated, laughing humorlessly. “Greed is the dumbest reason to betray your own people.”

The gilded ballroom shimmered, reflecting the light from a thousand candles. And it’s like Kaelen’s presence made Elara notice the breathtaking atmosphere, but as she looked at Damon, she felt like a weed choking in a garden of prize roses. Tonight was the Royal Gathering, a chance for Alpha packs across the land to pay homage to the reigning monarch and, more importantly, to each other. Damon, her mate, the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, treated her like an accessory, a broodmare draped in finery. His hand pressed into the small of her back wasn't a gesture of affection, but a claim, a possessive brand.