Night Fury Alpha Novels & Stories

Alex growled, his eyes glowing gold. The other alpha's eyes grew wide, and he immediately got up and off the bar stool and backed away. "I'm sorry, Alpha." "What's your name?" Alex growled. "It's Earth alpha." "Well, Earth, I don't ever want to see you at my club again. Now get out of my sight." Earth nodded and ran out to the club. Alex turned his attention to Ash and could see how tense he was. Alex closed his eyes and then opened them as he wrapped his arms around Ash once more.

"I will lift the veil when it is time to take your mate’s life." I fell to the ground, trembling, covering my burning eyes with my hands. I heard the desperate screams of the city in chaos around me. Creatures of darkness spread terror as the inhabitants fled in panic. Nocturnus advanced, absorbing the chaotic energy and growing stronger. I knew I had to stop him before it was too late—I knew the Supreme Alpha needed to face him. I felt around blindly, trying to stand. Every movement was a struggle against the pain and the sudden return of blindness. I needed to find the Alpha. I needed to warn him. The time had come for us to bring down the Dark God!

The king's grip tightened, squeezing the life out of him, causing blood to spill from his mouth. "Forgiveness?" Alpha Malik's voice thundered with fury, his rage consuming him. "Hope she survives. Pray she didn't die, or else I will tear you apart piece by piece," Alpha Malik threatened, his words filled with venom. With relentless fury, Alpha Malik unleashed his wrath upon the helpless assassin, raining down blows upon him with the rod. Each strike intensified the pain, causing fresh streams of red to flow. The dungeon reverberated with the anguished cries of the captive, their torment forming a discordant symphony of suffering.

“We’ve waited a long time to meet them.” “He talks about us?” Mateo asked, lighting up. “All the time,” she said. Then she glanced at me with a look that said she understood this wasn’t easy. “Let them settle in before the formalities.” Riguel nodded. “Tomorrow.” People drifted off eventually, still whispering. Still staring. I felt every single look like a weight on my chest. Could I actually do this? ****** The Alpha chambers were different. Completely. Gone were the heavy, dark designs. Gone were the things Mira left behind. The whole place looked new, warmer colors, softer lighting, comfortable furniture, simple decorations. Calmer. Safer.

"Damien Nightshade, the traitorous son of Elias himself, dares to show his face after all this time? And allied with my enemies no less?" Fury's presence thrummed through my psyche like a scorching wind, fanning the flames of my wrath to fever pitch. "It would seem the cosmic forces test your conviction with trials beyond even this conflict's scope, Alpha. Will you rise to the unholy heights of destiny before you?" My gaze swung back to Talon, lips peeling back from fangs slick with my own blood. "Summon the warpack, every able-bodied warrior from here to the outer rifts. This insult will not go unanswered, even if I have to tear the celestial firmament asunder to enact my reckoning!"

"Four betas. One Alpha." The Alpha was easily distinguishable. It was twenty percent larger than the rest, its armor plated in a darker, gunmetal grey, and its fangs sparked with electrical energy. MOB DETECTED: ALPHA STEEL HOUND (NETWORKED ELITE). LEVEL: 40. HP: 15,000/15,000. "That's the router node," Jax whispered, lying beside Ren. "The betas are slaved to its command frequency. If we capture the Alpha, the rest of the pack—and the real-world drones they represent—will follow."

The circle drew in, blades angled to cut if I moved. “Stay down, Nightshade,” the Gamma said. “Make it easy.” “Come make me,” I said, low. The Alpha’s mouth curved. Firelight struck his blade and turned it white. “Alpha Alaric,” he said, like he liked the taste. “You were never stronger. People were not skilled enough. Now you meet your match, so go to hell.” I locked my knees and tried to rise. My lungs would not fill. The silver pushed against the shift like a wall. I set my teeth anyway. If he took my head, he would do it looking me in the eyes.

Nightfang was on the move. I stepped closer to the ridge’s edge, eyes scanning the horizon. The rogue camp lay behind me, small but disciplined, scattered fires burning faintly against the snow. Every movement mattered. Every decision could shift the balance. And far beyond the mountains, unseen but felt, the Alpha of Nightfang waited. Testing. Probing. Frustrated, yes, but not defeated. My wolf growled again, muscles coiled and ready. I inhaled, letting the sharp, frozen air fill my lungs, steady my heartbeat, and sharpen my thoughts.

After the Alpha Games, I would be sharing it with Tyre which would unlock his ability to control shadows. We just needed the pesky Andrew out of the way first. Looked like that would no longer be an issue. “Alpha Tyre and Luna Faye of Nightshade versus Alpha Jack and Luna Paisley of Andover. Get into your stances,” the announcer said and waited. Alpha Jack was a large pure brown wolf with green eyes, and Luna Paisley was a beautiful white wolf with black socks and a black strip down her stomach. We were larger than them, but that was not always an advantage.

"The Alpha who came for me tonight. Who is he?" Her mother moved to stand beside her, following her gaze toward the forest edge. "Kieran Blackclaw," she said quietly. "Alpha of the Northern Territories, master of the shadow packs, and bearer of a bloodline as old as the Oath itself. He is powerful, Aria. More powerful than most Alphas, and far more dangerous because his power is matched by intelligence and ruthless determination. If he has claimed you as his Luna, then the game being played is larger and more complex than simple mate bonds or pack politics."