Night Fury Alpha Novels & Stories

His voice broke as he forced my wrists above my head. Terror flooded me. My heart pounded so loud it drowned out the noise from the bar below. I kicked, bucked, anything to create space, but he pressed harder, grief twisting into obsession. “You’re mine,” he rasped, voice rough with agony and hunger. “You’ve always been mine.” And in that moment, I realized no one was coming to save me. Not Elyse. Not anyone. It was me against the madness of an Alpha who saw his dead wife in my face.

He turns, his massive frame moving fast as he takes large strides to where his *prisoner* is. Draven watches him. “That’s not suspicious at all,” Nyxar says sarcastically. Draven doesn’t answer. Instead, he lets the shift take place. Muscles tear and rebuild as fur sprouts and bones snap into place. Nyxar's massive form emerges, just as his name suggests, night-born Alpha. He stands tall and proud, his black obsidian coat shimmers in the moonlight. Moving into the shadows, he blends impeccably with the darkness. He follows at a distance. The scent gets closer with each step.

With a cruel smirk, he then proceeded to drag her writhing form towards the blazing pyre, where she was to meet her fiery demise. As the flames roared higher, two figures on the left frantically tried to make a run for it. But Alpha Nero, with his swift and decisive movements, was quick to catch them and bring them back to the center of the blaze. He bellowed with fury, "You're making it arduous for me, you wretched lot!" Alpha Nero, with a cold and calculated demeanor, refrained from inflicting any physical harm upon them. However, his merciless nature was revealed as he ordered for their bodies to be cast into the raging flames, still breathing and fully conscious.

This is off to a great start. “Well, this is slightly embarrassing” Levi responds with a nervous laugh. I run my hand down the front of my face. Waves of anger, frustration and embarrassment run through me. I don’t normally have to try too hard if I was ever interested in a she-wolf. As soon as they feel the Alpha Aura they are practically throwing their panties at you and begging to be your Luna. So, to say I have little to no game wouldn’t be an understatement except now I’ve just rocked up to somewhere I thought I was invited but wasn’t, smashed a guy’s face into a wall like a Neanderthal and I’m not even the one she is interested in. This is just fucking peachy.

She doesn't like feeling weak. “Exactly. I am the Alpha of Nightmares. What is a common thing of nightmares?” he asked, his tone taking on a sinister quality as he leaned closer, claws starting to dig into my skin. “They are dark and terrifying?” I arched an eyebrow doing my best to maintain my bravado. I would not whimper for him. He obviously gets off on that shit.

“It’s it wonderful with years of planning come together nicely.” “Plans change.” Darin stood up. “After seeing you, I wanted you for a mate. If I kill Alec, I will now be named Alpha of that pack without having to fully attack now, or we could still do that.” “Long story short, kill Penny, Alec and Colt and gain all this area for yourself.” I clarified. “Correct.” Alpha Rip smiled. “However, we do need your help with the programing of this.” Hitting a button, an aerial shot of Blue Fang back came into view with a target covering it all. The worst part, it was all live footage.

The Alpha stepped out from the shadows at the bottom of the stairs. He had blood on his face and his clothes were torn but he didn’t look injured, he looked furious. His eyes locked onto me. “Give me the stone.” I tightened my grip on my bag. “No.” He smiled. “You don’t understand what you’re carrying.” “Then explain it.” He laughed. “You won’t live long enough to understand.” He moved and I pushed Fiona aside, the Alpha’s claws tore through my jacket and I stumbled backward. Nyra attacked him but he knocked her away.

"Take a good look at that! Our ratings in the trials are determined by the Moon Goddess altar! How can I possibly cheat?" He struggled violently, yet he was no match for the burning vengeance within me. I barked, "You're nothing more than a parasite living off the pack! Without the Alpha King, you'd never reach where you're at!" "Enough!" Veins bulged on the side of Leo's neck as he shoved me aside. I stumbled backward. Aidan swiftly stepped forward and stabilized me with an arm around my waist. With his other hand, he grabbed Leo by the shoulder. "Leo, we're in the Dark Hunters pack. You're in no place to throw a tantrum here."

The air pressure in the room dropped, my ears popping painfully. "Identity Verified: Alpha Nash of Silver Creek," a mechanical voice intoned, echoing off the stone walls. The glass hissed and retracted. The Star-Fang Dagger hovered in the air, pulsating with a rhythmic blue light. It was beautiful, terrifying, and incredibly powerful. "The Alpha blood is the key," Nash said, his voice trembling. "It calls to me. It wants to be used. It wants her blood." He reached out a trembling hand to grab the hilt. He was desperate. He knew Sayler’s spell wouldn't hold forever. He knew Morana was coming. He knew the walls were crumbling.

Fighting back tears, I reached up with shaking hands and spat the broken pieces of the wolf tooth into my palm. But the moment I looked up. The motion-sensor lights at the end of the parking lot snapped on. Standing thirty feet away, were my five brothers. Five apex Alphas, looking like demons dragged straight out of hell. They didn't say a word. Their eyes were burning with lethal, dark-gold fury. The oxygen was instantly sucked out of the parking lot. Wyatt's eyes flared with such terrifying, destructive Alpha pressure that every car alarm in the lot started screaming.