Ludwig Hetalia Novels & Stories

"You know you can trust me, don't you? I will help you in any way I can, but you can't be solving your problems by drugging yourself. It will do you no good and the problems are not going to fade either, my love." "You do not know me, Isadora, if you think you do then you are deceiving yourself. I am an Alpha, drugs do not really have an effect on me. I will repeat this to you, everything, I mean every single thing, was planned out by me. Just to make you fall for me and marry me, woman. Your name is not even Lyanna, your real name is Isadora Clinmim and my real name is Alpha Lord Lugard." She shakes her head slowly then stands, I also stand. Is she believing me? That's what I want, I want h

"You don't have a mate's permission either” I scoffed. "Do I need his permission to breathe?" He smiled. “Legally, in cross border transit, you do," he said. "Whose mate are you?” I couldn't answer for a moment as his face flashed in my mind. I wrapped my hand around myself. "Thorne Ruinfang” His expression suddenly softened. That was the first time his expression would change. "That's my nephew” I gasped. That means he was the Alpha king. The one everyone was scared of.

He cautiously asked. “Wild guess.” She was still smiling. “I’m Hailey by the way.” She waved her hand up in the air. “Damen. Damen Laurent.” He nodded lightly. “Ah, can you tell me… which way to go?” “Oh, yes. Second floor. Down the hall. Left side. 2B.” “All right. Thank you.” He smiled again. “Have fun you too.” She said and walked away.

Since he's a werewolf he will heal, but it will be painfully slow. Allen walked back over to Jia and held her by her collar so she could look at her directly. "Listen to you no good ugly bitch! It's really sad Win ,Type and Ash are related to you because they are beautiful. You, however, look like the bottle of a scuffed high heel, I'm sure plastic surgery can help you with that. But Listen closely I don't want you to miss what I'm saying, it's really important. If you ever go near my mouse I will know. If you send someone to hurt him, I will know. If you so much as lool or breathe in his direction...I WILL KNOW! You see, my mouse is my family and I would kill to keep himself safe. You haven

The heating was strong, and the air was filled with the scent of flowers and coffee. "What are you looking at? You're so focused." A low, magnetic voice sounded above my head. I turned my head, looking at the man beside me, and smiled with curved eyes. "Watching the snow. Lucifer, the snow this year seems heavier than in previous years." Lucifer. The legendary absolute ruler of the Northern Wolf Domain, the "Tyrant" whose methods were a hundred times more ruthless than Lucas's. At this moment, this silver-haired Alpha, who made the entire European werewolf race tremble with fear, was wearing a casual gray sweater, holding a tissue, his movements incredibly gentle.

The only sound Aurora could hear was his breathing, his flaring nostrils as he took in Aurora’s scent. Realization struck him, followed by anger, “She’s a human”, he managed to say angrily. He had waited all these years to be mated with a human. He could feel it but he knew it would take time for her to feel it. It pained him that her scent was addictive, that he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was a human for goddess sake, a lowlife, a maid, and a weak being! He was Lucian the Great. He was soon to be Alpha, how would he present a human to his pack as their next Luna? “Unworthy”, he spat and walked away.

“I was greedy, I wanted money, so I started selling werewolves but that wasn't enough. I wanted more, I wanted to be the strongest Alpha in the world. I wanted to rule the werewolf world. But then, I realized that I can do more than that. Why limit myself to our world when I can also rule the human world too." Nathan scoffs, “The humans would never allow that." “Oh just watch me. But first, I need to kill you." He points to Nathan. “Boys bring him over here. And don't try to struggle or fight us, Nathan. Except you want your sister's heart to be ripped out." Caleb gestures to one of the rogues to come over and he drags out a barely conscious Lila with him. I gasp, my heart dropping to my sto

he asked. “Elara of Frostveil,” she answered evenly. “Daughter of no crown. Holder of no title.” Lyra cut in sharply. “This is not the time” “It is exactly the time,” Elara said, still calm. She turned slightly so both armies could hear. “Lyra claims recognition as Luna. But Luna is not a title taken during chaos. It is a bond accepted by the Alpha and the pack.” A murmur rolled through the Silver Fang warriors. Lyra’s voice sharpened. “The elders chose me.”

I lowered my head, whispering to her still, cold body, "Grandma, I refuse to be his Luna." As my consciousness faded, I saw a vision of the first time I met Dominic. He wasn't a powerful Alpha then. Just a young wolf, lost in the forest and on the verge of going feral.

He seems to be in huge pain. I slowly come closer and gently touch his face; he flinches but still recognizes me. "Hush, Hayden, don't talk. You won't hurt me; you care about me; I'm your family; I'm your Luna," I say slowly, trying to reach also his wolf. He may be now in a bloodthirst state, but he is still a pack wolf, a warrior, a father of my brothers, Alpha's sibling, and a guardian of his Luna.