Lumine X Alhaitham Novels & Stories

A golden hairpin, vintage, shaped like a phoenix. Real diamonds. Real ruby flames. Delicate. Elegant. Timeless. A symbol of rebirth. A symbol of rising. And for one second… only one… I stare. My lips part just slightly… Then I look away quickly. Too late. “That’s it,” Alpha Lucien murmurs. He raises his paddle. “Twenty million.” The hall gasps. A man counters. “Twenty point five!” Alpha Lucien leans back… one hand still on my thigh… fingers drawing slow, lazy circles.

Lila trailed slightly, her black curls bouncing, Mist urging her forward despite the fear gnawing at her insides. As they neared the outpost, the metallic stench of blood hit them like a wall, mingled with the charred wood and unnatural pulse of the runes. Alya halted, raising a hand, her amber eyes narrowing. "There," she whispered, pointing to the glowing red symbols ahead, the ruins coming into view—huts collapsed, towers toppled, bodies strewn like broken dolls. Emotions surged: rage boiling in her chest, sorrow for the fallen, determination steeling her spine. "Shift now—Ember leads."

Ever since that scene with Aethelwulf, my pride has been burning nonstop. "Alpha, they're here." Cole announced through the mindlink and I shook my head sideways aggressively, trying to force the rage out of my system before facing them. The large conference room already felt colder than usual when I stepped inside. "Greetings Alpha Killian." I greeted one of the deadliest Alphas alive, Alpha Killian of the Water Bloom Pack. His reputation alone was enough to make weaker Alphas tremble. "Greetings." He replied calmly as he took his seat, his expression unreadable.

The Alpha of the Gritta pack along with 3 betas and Ostana 3 brothers were already seated at the main hall with Lucian, Adolphus, and Farkas, a beta from the Gamma pack. “Prince Lucian, It is a pleasure to have you here today…” Alpha Tidwulf was saying while Lucian was lazily sitting with a bored expression. He wanted this to be over with. While Alpha Tidwulf was speaking, he was looking around his poorly decorated mansions. Lucian almost laughed when he saw a mini statue of the moon goddess. Did she really exist? Or was she punishing him by not giving him his soul mate? While he was lost in his thoughts, still looking around, the wind carried something, the air carried a scent. One of straw

However, the person with him remained still and obscured in the shadows. "I guess it's time for you to finally decide my fate," I stuttered nervously, watching as the shadow behind him slowly walked closer to where I sat. "Oh, I won't be deciding anything, little lady. Rather, he will," Damon replied with an arrogant smirk, pointing at the person behind him. "The name's Alpha Hunter, and let's just say, I'm here to decide how exactly your life's going to end." The voice introduced himself with a touch of sarcasm before moving closer to me. The moment our eyes met, my heart seemed to stop.

“Did you even hear us?” “So defective,” Lumia said. She fake laughed. “You keep using that word,” Thea said. “It fits,” Lumia said. “What do your Alpha fathers say about you going after someone else’s mate?” Thea said. “My father says Alphas take what they want,” Lumia said. “Everyone else has to give it to them.” “And you want to be a Luna?” “I will be a Luna,” Lumia said. “Unlike you, I’m worthy of the title.” “And you’re willing to kill me to get the title?” Thea said.

He can't open his eyes, lids feeling heavy. "Come," Alexander's voice approaches a little while later. His hands hold Adom's face and rub at his ears until Adom is forced to open his eyes. "Come," Alexander repeats, giving Adom a smile he can't say no to. Adom stands, albeit with some effort, and lets Alexander lead him into the bathroom. Alexander's bathroom is much larger than Adom's own. It has a bathtub and a separate shower, two sinks and a mini chandelier. Now it is lit only by the orange glow of several candles placed around the bathtub. Adom is taken aback at how beautiful it all looks. Alexander slips his hands around the collar of Adom's jacket and takes it off of him. "You did thi

of the National Mall wedding, the decrypted frequencies ATG was using to build their synthetic magic. As they reached the vault, the lights flickered a sickly, synthetic teal. A holographic projection materialized in the center of the room - Elias Thorne, looking as polished and soulless as the glass walls. "You’re trespassing on private property, Alphas," the hologram said, his voice smooth and devoid of heat. "In the new world, the LNI is just another competitor. And we have a much better product." "You have a cage with a battery attached," Xander growled, slamming a "Data-Siphon" into the vault’s main port.

Lyla sat there, a glint of triumph in her eyes. I scanned the hall, my gaze sweeping past the powerful lords until it landed on a figure at the very edge. He was seated beside the human envoys, far from the pureblood nobles. He was leaner than the other Alphas, his long black hair hiding half his face. The half-breed Alpha. Salome. The ruler of the Shadowmire, a name whispered like a curse among the purebloods. I walked toward him, step by deliberate step. I could hear the shocked gasps behind me with every move I made.

ALESSANDRO The meeting hall smelled like cigar smoke, old leather, and blood hidden beneath expensive perfume. I sat at the end of the long black table with Liam asleep in my arms earlier still haunting my thoughts, his tiny fingers wrapped around mine before I handed him to one of the women assigned to watch him downstairs. Even now, sitting among wolves dressed in suits worth more than most people’s houses, I could still feel the warmth of him lingering against my chest. And maybe that was the problem.