Maka Albarn Manga Novels & Stories

Phoebe There is a white albino crow watching me from the tree outside the window. Its eyes are too intelligent to belong to a simple bird, and my heart races. Could it be Adrian? He had the power to turn into different animals and stop time. It would make sense that he is watching me - after our last meeting, I’m sure he is more than curious about me.

Harnum treated Albern in the medical room. He cleaned and treated the wounds on Albern's body. Meanwhile, Albern occasionally opened his eyes slightly to peek at what Harnum was doing to his wounds. Albern only pretended to faint, because he didn't want Harnum to continue torturing himself. Albern, who is a Mafia King, is immune to various injuries to his body organs, even gunshot wounds have become his food, especially if it is only a small wound like the one he is currently experiencing.

His main reason for allowing Maka full control was to find their pups. “Makahi, I know you can hear me friend. I know you’re angry and feel like you have failed your pups and your Luna. But you have to take back control so you can help me, so I can claim my mate like you claimed yours and then we can both be at full strength to get your pups back.” Montego said, nodding at his best friend. “Wait what!? Is that why you let Maka take full control? I Should slap you. Now you listen, and you listen good both of you. Don’t you ever think that you have fail me or our kids. You are the best man or mate and dad me and the girls could asked for. You have not failed them; do you hear me? I trust you w

Gabriel appeared at Marcus's office door three days after returning from Finland. Gabriel looked like death itself - pale skin, sunken eyes, those white streaks in Gabriel's hair growing more prominent by the hour. "Elder," Gabriel rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please. Tell me where Aurora is." Marcus set down his research papers and studied Gabriel's haggard face. Five years of searching had reduced the once-proud Alpha to this broken shell of a man.

She appears to be feeling better today," I mused to myself. She was closing her eyes as though she was bracing herself for the blow when she hit the floor. I was drawn to her lips and her immaculate skin. A grimace with pink lips shaped like a bow is tightly closed. "They reminded me of my mate's lips," I said to myself. but dismissed that notion right away. What's wrong with you? He chastised himself, "You are seeing your mate in every girl you are looking at." When I was free of the anguish, I cautiously opened my eyes. Then I noticed his ferocious gaze fixed on me. Then I understood that I had been captured by the Alpha. "I constantly feel so awkward," I chastised myself.

Valerie stated as she handed her the freshly baked cookies she had made and smiled at her before sitting down on the couch. ‘Mrs. Nettle, I got some ice cream.' ‘Good evening, Mrs. Nettle, I also bought some egg tart.' ‘Mrs. Nettle, I ordered some pizza.' Mrs. Nettle giggles as she recalls how every time Valerie eats dinner with them, she always buys something as an exchange, which she thinks is kind of cute. Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun.'

There was no arrogance in it this time but only that same quiet awareness that made me feel seen, maybe too much. Then my name was called. I moved to the center. The room felt smaller somehow, the weight of a hundred eyes pressing against my skin. “Elior Vane,” the instructor said. “Begin.” I exhaled slowly and reached for that fake Alpha energy- the one I’d practiced countless times. I pushed a small, steady breath into the sensors, praying it would read as neutral. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Then the suppressant faltered.

Comes a voice from inside one of the cubicles. "Right, I'd keep it quiet. I mean, I'd tell you guys, obvs, but no one else." Says another. "So it could be literally anyone, like, who is going to say no to Abaddon? Even if he wasn't the Alpha's son he's still hot as hell." The first girl waves her hands in front of her face and Dina keeps me firmly in place, listening in when Ana tries to pull me back outside. "You wouldn't say no to the Alpha either." One girl cackles, nudging her friend. "You're gagging for his wrinkly old cock."