Izumi Curtis Fullmetal Alchemist Novels & Stories

With his long brown hair, warm complexion, and deep amber eyes, he was the kind of guy most school girls would do almost anything for—especially after he'd undergone his shift. The crescent-shaped tattoo marking him as a protector, one of the highest-ranking wolves in our pack, had appeared on his shoulder after his inaugural shift. Julian would undoubtedly be part of Ray's inner circle once Ray assumed the mantle of alpha; he might even become Ray's beta someday. Julian had taken pride in displaying his mark to anyone who'd look after his shift, aiming to impress even people like me, who he considered nobodies.

I put my hand on Liam’s thigh, then look back at Hazel. “The connection. The ritual for him to change is all based around the full moon. Do you think we need a full moon for the connection to be broken?” I ask, her eyes widen, and she nervously looks over at Liam. “No! You could barely stand after the spell last night!” He says, and I grimace. He’s not wrong. “I feel better, now that I have my wolf. She’s not healing me, but I feel stronger.” I explain, and he growls.

His wife is also safe. Curtis was rubbing his chin. He felt something oozing inside his mouth. He spat out the contents. There was a pool of blood on the ground. His lips was bleeding. He could feel the tear in his gums. He didn’t know that Austin was also a sword welder. He couldn’t believe how strong Austin was. Of course, Austin is young, so youth is on his side. He’s in the prime of his life. He stood no chance against such a fellow.

ALPHA VAN'S POV The moment Curtis forced his way to the surface, a flood of raw emotion surged through me, and the roar of the battle around us faded as our focus narrowed solely on Anakiyus. The sight of his wolf, once our comrade, but now a monstrous embodiment of betrayal, fueled Curtis’s relentless rage. “I make you have painless death,” Curtis offered through a mindlink to his opponent. Anakiyus's wolf stood firmly once again, oozing with confidence, its gaze watching Curtis's every step calculatively.

The other Alphas moved to intervene but they weren't strong enough to hold down Kaizen. Alpha Esau's tortured scream filled the room. “Kaizen, Stop! You're scaring me!” As if finally realizing what he was doing he dropped Esau to the ground as he turned to me with a guilty expression. My eyes were glassy and my vision grew blurry at the sight of my mate. The man standing before me wants my mate but a rogue beast. His beast had come out to the surface, making his usual vibrant green eyes to be black.

Curtis, who had a granddaughter involved in extraordinary matters, was no stranger to the world of martial artists. "I'm not interested. What? Are you trying to say that the person who kidnapped me that day wasn't you, but someone deliberately disguised as you?" Curtis scoffed. "That's correct," Felix replied, knowing that Curtis wasn't in the mood to chat. He gestured with his right hand, signaling the young man standing beside him. The young man swiftly tore something at his neck and transformed into an old man. He was none other than Seven from Flair. Curtis was left speechless. He had just watched an ordinary young man of Felix's age suddenly turn into an old man. He wouldn't have believ

"The doctors there are too slow. We heard you have miracle hands. Well? Can you save him?" "You heard I have miracle hands, so you brought the Supreme Alpha to a one-room clinic in Crestwood?" Lumina stared at him. "Who told you that?" "Does it matter right now?" Cain snapped. Lumina tore open Dylan's shirt, gasping at the black, bubbling veins spreading across his chest. "This isn't just silver. This is concentrated silver nitrate. It's eating him from the inside out." "I don't care what it's called!" Cain yelled, slamming his hand on the counter. "Can you save him or not?"

Not with her standing up front. Izumi stood before them, giving her usual stern, instructive address, like she wasn’t the reason their captain was missing. Like she hadn’t crawled back into Takuri’s life and cracked it open like an old wound. And Takuri… well, Taiga didn’t even want to look at him. But he did. He looked like hell. Eyes sunken, lips pale, hair messier than usual. He hadn’t shaved, and he looked like sleep hadn’t touched him in days. Good. He didn’t deserve comfort.

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

As soon as the hurt reach it peak, it was gone and got consumed into my blazing hurt. I close my eyes and when I open them all I see is red. I slowly stand up and I walk like a zombie hungry for brains. As I walk past, bodies drop dead and blood splashes on me. I hear people scream as they beg to live. I halt when I see a familiar car and the sight inside the car makes me hate myself more. I see the Bahedia drive past, Aiden at the window seat.