Httyd Alphabet Novels & Stories

He smirks. “It is though. We are who we are born to be.” I watch as Cadoc faces off against his cousin Brody in the center circle. Mr. Arnold throws the ball in the air. I know what will happen. Everyone does. The ball reaches its apex. Cadoc and Brody both make a show of jumping for it, but Cadoc is the one to tip it to his second. For a split second, Brody’s eyes shine yellow with his wolf, but he masters himself and keeps playing because Cadoc outranks him. Cadoc was born a day earlier than Brody, so Cadoc will be our next alpha, and that’s that.

“I know. But hey—that’s a 50% chance. Better than zero.” He held out a piece of paper to me. I squinted at it. Hade. 21. A writer. “It’s pronounced Adi,” he said with a big grin. I almost laughed out loud. Adi? From Hade? God, it was kind of cute—but I quickly shook my head to snap out of it. No. Nope. Not going there. His name is Hade—spelled like hate but read like Adi. Same as Tycen’s username in COD, that video game where strangers shoot things together and talk like they’ve known each other for years.

Not wanting that, I nodded my head carefully. “Good,” he said, releasing the chain again. “Let’s go back to something simple and easy for you. Your name? I’m sure that question isn’t too hard now, is it?” At first, I considered using a fake name, but then I realised the alpha probably already had gathered enough intel on me to know already. I glanced aside and whispered, “my name is Kyla.” “Very good, Kyla,” the alpha obnoxiously praised me. He patted my head as though I really were a dog and said, “you can have a piece of food now since you’ve been a good girl.”

Until I got to the living room. There was Casandra, her mother and brother. The living room had four long black pieces of furniture, it looked quite comfortable, and there was a small table with a flower in the middle. I sat down on one of the pieces of furniture away from everything and the lady spoke. -Well, since you are here you should know. Yesterday there was an attack on the most important alphas in the city. Nobody knows if my husband is alive or not, so we will leave this house in an hour. It is your right to follow us or go your own way.

" Saying that to a guy with his kind of presence took guts, but I stayed calm. Maybe it was my job that gave me a confident vibe. He kept watching me with those blue eyes, and I couldn't read the look in them. After a moment, his lips curved into a small smirk. "I'm Todd. I'm... Age doesn't really matter to us. I'm the Alpha of the Thunder Pack. And when it comes to money. well, the forests and mountains of Northlane are mine." I just stared at him. What? Pack? Alpha? Northlane's forests? Was this some elaborate joke? Or was he roleplaying something? Guys on blind dates usually had one or two red flags, but this was next-level strange. Maybe he was delusional? Or he was some kind of performa

The word landed like a blade. Damien nodded slowly. “So be it.” The circle opened. Wolves backed away. The ground itself seemed to hold its breath. “This ends when one submits or dies,” Marrec intoned. Damien removed his jacket. Placed it aside. Shifted. Bones cracked. Fur exploded. The Alpha emerged. Massive. Terrifying. Golden eyes burning. Korr shifted too. Fast. Aggressive. They collided. The impact shook the clearing. Claws tore. Teeth snapped.

Half the lavish meal disappeared before I even remotely remembered to swallow a single time. My entire world had abruptly shrunk to this simple warmth, the delicious grease, the salt, the absolute, simple miracle of nourishment. Then— BANG. BANG. BANG. “OPEN UP! ALPHA’S ORDERS!” My heart instantly stopped beating. The chicken suddenly caught hard in my throat. The tray slipped violently from my lap. No, no, no— I scrambled frantically to my feet, wiping my greasy fingers quickly on my clothes, and cracked the door open just slightly.

I am going to leave this pack before my birthday. After deciding this I finished my food and water and lean back into the bed thinking of ways to escape. I perk my ears up when I hear someone in the hallway. It sounds like two people gossiping. I hold my breath and strain my ears to hear what they are saying. "I heard he killed his only sibling that's how cruel he is." Gasps "Alpha Hades is indeed a very cruel Alpha. I pity whoever his mate may be." Humming in response they walk too far away for me to hear anything more. At the mention of Alpha Hades my heart started to race and I felt this strange tugging.

Yuri opened the notebook to a blank page and wrote some words on it. “You use four Hebrew letters.” Yuri removed her hand from the notebook, and everyone saw some words written on the page which didn’t even remotely make sense. “Yodh he waw he. These are the ‘four holy letters’ written in Hebrew that symbolises God, the Tetragrammaton.” She tapped the end of the pen onto the page itself. “And if you put it into the alphabet…” “Y H W H.” Ren answered for Yuri, and the girl nodded.

Not until she found her mate and got mated to him, breaking my heart in the process. My eyes found Ryder near the back, propped against the window with Sarah, who was cross-legged on the floor beside him. A notebook was open in her lap, but they clearly weren’t studying. Sarah nudged him with her elbow. “You spelled ‘territorial’ wrong again.” Ryder looked down. “No, I didn’t. That’s just how I spell it in Alpha dialect.” “Oh? Is ‘Alpha dialect’ also responsible for your chicken-scratch handwriting?” He gave her a slow grin. “Don’t be jealous of my unique calligraphy.”