Lifetime Alpha Strength Novels & Stories

I took the water from him and I smiled appreciatively. "Thank you O'Horan." I nodded as I drained the cup in one run. I believed I was not exhausted, I wouldn't have needed water to continue running if I was in my human form. Being an Alpha King, Alpha of Alphas, I possessed the doubled or tripled strength of a normal Alpha, enabling me to lift or press about four to six tons in human form. While in my intermediate form, I was able to lift about eight tons. My more wolf-like form, is some what more powerful and I was capable of lifting twelve to fourteen tons. I could run several miles without getting weak. These people with me were my weakness and I just had to consider them.

And Lyra had been picking locks since she was twelve years old, sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor, teaching herself that limitations were only suggestions. ACCESS GRANTED. DISPLAYING RESULTS: SUBJECT: FORMER PLAYER. DESIGNATION: ALPHA-07. BIOLOGICAL AGE AT ENTRY: 24. WORLDS SURVIVED: 247. STATUS: CONSCIOUSNESS UPLOADED Y2K+4. EXIT STATUS: NONE. ANALYSIS: SUBJECT ELECTED TO REMAIN FOLLOWING COMPLETION OF ALL WORLDS. MOTIVATION: UNKNOWN. SUPPLEMENTAL DATA CORRUPTED.

“Your recovery will take approximately 18 months and not a moment more. I know that it’s not the news you were hoping for young Alpha, but I assure you that in 18 months, your and your wolf’s strength will be restored. Don’t overexert yourself and follow a strict regimen. The regimen would force your body to stick to something and continue at it.” He gave her a warm smile. “Thank you, Lydia.” “You are welcome young Alpha.” She then bowed her head, excused herself from the room, and left the hospital. Hartley then walked over to Derreck, and he grabbed his hand as well. Hartley’s power wasn’t as intense or that far ahead; he could only see up to 6 months.

She and I have had each other to help us through our grieving process as we’ve said goodbye to our loved ones. In an interesting turn of events, we realized that all werewolves who are mated to a sprite, or other fae creature, have an extended life, similar to Dominic. However, it seems that the stronger the fae, the longer the life. Alpha Christopher lived nearly 150 years, over 100 years after he met Fanella and nearly 50 years after the death of my parents, even though he was older than they were when they met.

Felicia widened her eyes, "Really? You're that old, yet you still learn from others how to marry a mortal woman! Ah, this kind of thing is impossible. Impossible!... Are you talking about yourself? Are you saying it to my face?" Alpha Jayce interrupted her, "The lifespan of the Crimson Rock pack is several times longer than that of mortals. One thousand six hundred years is considered adulthood, and one has to consider matters of establishing a family and major life events. The successive male offspring of King Lycan have all been determined as such." "Ah, I see," Felicia nodded in understanding, "In other words, you are currently equivalent to a twenty-seven-year-old mortal." Alpha Jayce re

All I had were fragments from my own life, memories of Kieran and Selene and Darius that felt both vivid and impossibly distant. He nodded, accepting it easily. “That’s okay,” he said. “You’re alive. That’s all that matters.” "The pack doctor warned me you might have memory loss. The trauma you endured..." He squeezed his eyes shut briefly. "I'm just grateful you're alive. Everything else, we can work through together." "Who are you?" I asked quietly. Pain flashed across his face. "I'm sorry. I'm Lucian Nightshade,” he said. “Alpha of the Nightshade pack."

Her hands desperately begged for the feel of his skin and she shook her head, trying to displace those thoughts. "The strength of a dozen men would have no effect on these things." Aidan clapped back. He ran his hands along the bars "See? They're made of titanium. I would have more luck pulling it than you. I'm stronger than you, seeing as my father is an Alpha and the blood of an Alpha runs through my veins, and I'm also well fed. You can't pull these things on an empty stomach, Lauren. When last did you eat anyway?" Lauren could feel the familiar spirit of banter rear its head in her: the spirit that only him can rouse. "Doesn't matter when or if I've eaten. I'll try anyway." She growled.

She hit the stone ramparts with a sickening thud, her shadow-wings crumbling into violet static. "The Sovereign is an outlier," Thorne said, his voice a rhythmic, grinding vibration. "A 'Defect' that was allowed to grow a soul. But the Alpha... the Alpha is the 'Battery'. His marrow contains the 'Liquid Gold' of a thousand generations of pride. It is the only thing that can stabilize the Dead Moon's core."

"Strip his Alpha status. Strip his golden eyes. Let him feel what I felt in that silver cage—powerless, voiceless, abandoned by the moon he claimed to serve." The Elder studied me. "The severance of Alpha-nature is... extreme. It requires silver through the heart-muscle, permanent scarring. He may not survive." "He survived my death," I said flatly. "He will survive his own." Leon's voice cracked. "Seraphine. The pup—you carry my heir. You cannot deny me my blood—"

“Who do you think you are to tell me what to do? That's my personal life. It's no business of either one of you.” “I didn't mean to upset you Alpha,” he raised his hands. “I speak on behalf of the people when I say that the pack would benefit greatly from a strong Luna. One that can fight alongside you in wars and even sit in during meetings.” I slammed my fist on the table. “Are you saying your current Luna isn't capable of fighting alongside me?” He shivered and looked away. “Alpha, what Elder Chuan means to say is that Luna Ciara is rumored to be an Omega and very weak. Reports from the training grounds have reached us and we know that she can't even hold her own in practice matches.”