Klee X Albedo Novels & Stories

“Then they should know better than to threaten what is mine.” A murmur broke out, louder this time. “She is no longer Luna,” a visiting Alpha interjected. “By your own admission.” “No,” Kael said quietly. “She is not.” He paused, letting the words settle. “She is something far older,” he continued. “And far more important.” The chamber erupted. “You would wage war for a single wolf?” someone demanded. “For truth,” Kael replied. “For the future. And yes—for her.” He let his wolf rise then, not fully, but enough that the room felt it, a pressure like a storm banked just beyond sight. Mooncrest’s power was not flashy. It did not burn or shimmer. It endured. It was crushed.

Ice matted Kaelor’s fur, turning his heavy shoulders into jagged white peaks. "The... the delete... I didn't finish it..." Aradaa’s breath came in thin, whistling hitches. His skin was the color of curdled milk. Blue static flickered behind his eyelids, a rhythmic twitch that marked the shock of the partial format. "Kaelor, the forest... it’s gone gray."

Reality sank into her when she realized that she was naked only in her bra and panty Elena pushed him with all the strength she have and try to hide from her hands. Zane was looking at her with lust written all over his face “What the fuck is wrong with you” Elena shouted at him and Zane chuckled “You look more good without clothes,” Zane said with a sinister smirk on his face “You are the worst man that I have ever seen in my life,” Elena said to him with a disgusted look. Elena didn’t know what she should do now, an alpha male was looking at her and her body was vulnerable

Standing at the end of the pier was Kaelen Voss. He looked like a hallucination of the Spires. He was draped in a long, tailored duster made of liquid-gold silk that shimmered with every movement, catching the pale morning light. His hair was a dark, controlled mess, and his eyes—a piercing, predatory emerald green—were locked onto me with a look that wasn't fear or disgust. It was a terrifying, clinical hunger. Kaelen Voss. The Alpha of the North-East Quadrant. Dante’s oldest rival and the man the Council used when they needed a scalpel instead of a sledgehammer.

On the other side stood Alpha Alek Blue. Alpha Alek possesses a warm tan complexion, with thick, short curls of dark black hair, accented by striking neon red highlights that leave others puzzled. His thick eyebrows frame his face, complemented by a charming stubble that adds to his allure. With a perfectly shaped nose and a pointed chin, his misty green eyes hold a captivating depth, while his wide, heart-stopping smile reveals delightful dimples on his cheeks.

he growled after paying. “You forgot something” we turned to see Pierre; the poor man was carrying all the bags “The underwear is missing.” "Ah, fuck,” Alex groaned, squeezing my hand even more. Pierre started laughing as he guided us to "La perla", the most beautiful underwear store I had ever seen. “Don't these people know what cotton is?” mumbled Alex annoyed “These clothes are transparent allover” "Hey, Abbie, check this out." I looked confused at the diaphanous "cloth” that Pierre was showing me, just a triangle of black cloth held by three strips.

She returned with a small vial filled with a green liquid. The doctor took it from her and examined it carefully. "Xeranti," he muttered, his face grim. "What is it?" Eden asked. "It's a rare and deadly poison," the doctor said. "It's hard to find a cure for it." Eden's heart sank. She knew that Kylian was in serious trouble. "What can we do?" she asked. "We need to find an antidote," the doctor said. "But that's easier said than done. Xeranti attacks the veins, weakening the victim and their wolf."

"I'm Alpha Timothy Ryder from Blue Moon. I, along with Alpha Axel Hunter of Cresent Moon, formed an alliance with the hunters after a rogue hunter..." "Wait, I know exactly who you are. We all got the information on both your packs, even us old retired ones.

I left out the part about him having wolfsbane in his system though, that's a personal thing that I don't quite understand yet. "Maybe…" She mutters. "I like this side of him better though. Makes you think he might actually make a half decent Alpha." The rest of the day seems to fly by and before I know it, I'm sitting around the dinner table with my parents, wondering if Abaddon will be in my room when I go back upstairs. My dad suddenly goes tense, stopping a story about an angry cat trying to stand up to him in wolf form, mid sentence. Initially I thought he was being dramatic, but when he quickly stands up and slips his shoes on, I assume it's something to do with work.

I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”