Galactic Alphabet Novels & Stories

All I wanted to do was have a lay down but I had to find Lilith and together we would greet the arriving Alphas. ***** “Afternoon I’m Alpha Mykel and this is my mate, Luna Lilith” “Such a stunning young woman, sorry I tend to blab I’m Luna Ruth and this is my husband, Alpha Raymond. Love this is Alpha Mykel and Luna Lilith” I couldn’t help but chuckle as she waved her husband over.

The next day, Luca greeted me with his usual cheerful energy. “Morning, Selene!” He waved the flashcards in his hand. “Are you ready for today’s practice?” I nodded shyly and sat at the table. We worked on simple words again. Eat. Happy. Afraid. Hurt. Alpha. That last one made me pause. I stared at it, the letters blurry for a second. Luca noticed. “Alpha,” he said gently. “That word means a lot, doesn’t it?” I nodded again. Slowly.

I had no clue how it started. “A long time ago, there was a war brewing amongst all supernatural creatures, and the leaders of each pack couldn’t agree on a strategy to protect our kind. So instead of working together, they each prepared separately for the coming war. Our kind was at risk of being decimated because of our inability to work together as one. That’s when the Moon Goddess stepped in, and the royal bloodline was born. She gave the royal mark to one chosen man to rule over all of us. He was gifted with a royal crown, just like yours. Even the strongest alpha didn’t stand a chance against his strength and aura,” my father explained.

Meg’s POV “What do you want- omega?” Chris spits out at me, his mouth twisting in a snarl. Chris is a gamma, and his power gets to his fathead sometimes. No, he isn’t overweight, he’s just stupid. Gammas are in line for beta-ship, so they hold power in their aura. Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon, zeta, and then omega, in that order. A luna rules by the alpha’s side.

I should flash Gunner, this is a bad idea. “I am” I answered him. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying and failing to block his view of my overly exposed body. Maybe Gunner was right about this swimsuit. “And who are you?” I asked. “I am Alpha Galterio, of Origin Wolf. Descended from Gill, first son born to Lycaon” he said proudly before lowering his eyes and smiling at me wickedly, “See? We are cousins, distant cousins” he mused. “You are not my cousin” I said firmly. He chuckled and ran his hand through his slicked back dark hair. He stepped closer and smiled back at me.

Well…he was my mate. “Fine. I’m listening.” “From the East is Tau, the Alpha of the east. From the North is the Twins of the Stars, Alphas of the North, Light and Sky. From the south are the Triplets of the eclipse; Amare, Philo and Ahab.” Aaliyah listed to me the alphas but something felt off. “Okay? Is there anything else?” I asked and they looked at each other’s faces as if they had something hidden that they were afraid to say.

“I, Pavan Tuffin from the Tuffin family, the ninth chief of the Milky Way Battle Institution in Stella Civilization Galaxy, am making you and other earthlings my slaves forever. Elders, plant the slave mark!” Pavan sounded like he was God as his voice reached everyone's ears. “As you wish, Master Pavan,” the four elders said respectfully. At the same time, they instantly appeared around the huge ‘slave’ word in the sky. At this time, the golden ‘slave’ word was almost completed. If one zoomed in 10,000 times to look at it, one would notice that this word was made up of countless other dense and tiny ‘slave’ words. There were at least 100 billion of them.

“He is leaving this mark behind.” Four images lined up. Every one held the same twisted star pattern, jagged and perfect. I reached up and touched my pendant without thinking. The crack, with its thin green line, matched the lines on the screen like a stamp. “Same sigil,” Gabriel said quietly. “Same pattern,” I said. My chest felt tight. “First alpha, born from the moon’s heart. He is building something. Or calling something.” Dax twisted his chair around. “So what is the plan, boss? Lock down and hide, or go knock on his door?”

“Alpha Gael. Alpha-Mate Hakeem. It is a pleasure to meet you both. I am Alpha Zak. Welcome to the Artemis Pack.” Alpha Gael clasps my hand in his, his smile still wide and his eyes bright. “Please, call me Gael. Surely, we do not need to stand on formalities. We are friends, are we not?” Gael’s voice is low and welcoming, his speech heavily accentuated by a Spanish accent. “Of course,” I say, smiling.