Lifetime Alpha Strength Novels & Stories

I slammed my fists down onto the desk again, the impact doing nothing to ease the ache that clawed at my chest. Later that night, I found myself at the training grounds. The cool air offered no comfort as I leaned against the tree line, watching the Gammas spar in the distance. I could hear their murmurs, Max, Lana, even Luthor. I caught snatches of their conversation as they huddled together. They would not have said what was said, had they sensed my alpha presence. I am that weak now. See, a regular wolf would be weakened a bit but not an alpha. Because of our power, our profound emotional distress undermines our confidence and motivation. This we are affected in a larger heightened scale

“You don't use magic, Alyse. You are the magic. The dream gave you the vision so you would have the will to act. The Goddess gave you the name so you would have the power to speak. Do you want him to live?” I thought of Alaeric, his pride, his pain, and the way his eyes looked right before he died in my vision. The bond roared in my chest, a desperate, clawing thing. “Yes,” I said, my voice finally steady. “I want him to live.” “Then we begin tonight,” Lyra said, looking at Kael. “Kael, you must bring the Alpha’s primary sword to the Silver Mines. He cannot know why. He is too proud to accept protection he doesn't understand. We will weave the light into his blade in secret.”

Gods, she had no idea what she was doing to me. Lying there with her beneath me, eyes dark with need and trust, I finally understood the truth. I was wrong to think she was my weakness, that the Lycans could use her for their benefit, or exploit her to gain an upper hand against me. She never weakened me; she gave me the strength I needed to be a better version of myself. She was my sun, and like the earth, my life revolves around her.

"I want every pack to know that my daughter has found a far better destiny." I paused. "So soon?" "Damon has been waiting for you for a long time," my mother said, walking to the window. She looked out at the moonlit landscape and smiled mysteriously. "Besides, you need an official status to protect yourself now." She was right. Having just severed a Mate Bond, I was as vulnerable as a lone pup. I needed a powerful Alpha to protect me, and Damon was clearly the best choice. Just then, my phone vibrated on the coffee table. The name "Clara" flashed on the screen.

She turned back to Luna. “Practically,” she said, “it means what you have already experienced: your body can hold more than most. Power. Strain. Connection. It also means the price you pay when you overreach is steeper. The First Alphas lived… incandescently. Bright. Brief. Many burned out young. Some… chose to step sideways into other forms rather than age in the usual way.” A cold knot formed in Luna’s gut. “Are you saying I will die young?” she asked, the words tasting like ash.

My voice was trembling. He raised a brow, but didn’t speak. “I came to tell you…” I held up the letter, my voice breaking. “I got it. I was chosen. For the Nightbane Academy.” Silence. Then Layla chuckled. Jace scoffed. “Seriously?” he said, crossing his arms. “You?” I blinked. “What?” “You’re not ready for that place,” Layla said, flipping her hair. “They only take the strong.” “You’re too soft, Elara,” Jace added. “You’ll be eaten alive there.”

[Name: Golden Penny| Age: 8 (World's law protection)| Origin Level: 0] [Vitality: 10| Strength: 8| Agility: 7| Intelligence: 10| Wisdom: 10| Dexterity: 8] Golden looked at his Vitality. With the help of the system, it had become maximized out by all the treasures used on his body. His strength also increased one point. "I lost more than a year of training, but I doubt that I would have been able to have my Vitality points already maximized with normal training."

I ask, and her glare intensifies. “About twenty percent more than the strongest human on earth. An alpha is fifty percent more powerful than the most powerful regular werewolf. A god is about eighty percent more powerful than the most powerful alpha. River, I’m still not sure what it is with you, but you’re at least twenty percent more powerful than a god. You know what is more powerful than a god? Nothing.” She gives me a blank and unimpressed look. “Listen to me, the alphas came for you, and that isn’t even the last of them. The gods will start coming for you, too, and I need you to level up, fast.” She scoffs. All her pain transforming into anger at my words.

Caelan nodded slowly, never looking away. “You carry my seed. And your body… it’s adapting to the bloodline inside you. You’re no longer just a human woman, Sierra. And as the days pass, those changes will only grow stronger. It’ll hurt. It’ll drain you. It might even break you. I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it on your own.” My breath caught. “This is insane,” I whispered, completely lost. “I know you’re confused. But I can’t explain it all here,” he said. “If you agree to the contract—if you stay with me—I’ll tell you everything.”

(Alfred) Smoothly he put on his business face when he faced, the annoyed Elijah. I wondered in a fight which were stronger, Elijah or Alfred, both of them were quite mysterious in strength, Elijah despite her damaged Magic Core, she still can cast a fairly heavy damage spell and her physical strength, is the highest in Aeternum placing her in second just to mine. As for Alfred, he was a millennia old Lich, that alone explain his magic strength, but in term of physical strength probably Elijah can easily snapped him in half. “Alfred…if both of you were to fight…who would win?..”.