Ruins Of Alph Novels & Stories

Imposters. That was what he focused on. Not the Omega still shaking behind him. Riven crouched, hauling the leader to his feet with brutal efficiency. The Alpha groaned, barely conscious. Riven didn’t spare him more than a glance. “You picked the wrong territory,” Riven said coldly. “And the wrong Omega.” He dragged the Alpha toward the ruined doorway, then paused only long enough to snap his fingers sharply. The other two Alphas stirred, instinctively responding despite their injuries. They scrambled upright, fear radiating off them in waves.

“A village… to the east… it’s gone.” Kael appeared in the doorway behind him, Marcus at his side, both tense as drawn bows. “Speak,” Kael ordered. The guard swallowed hard, voice trembling. “The Alpha King’s banner flies over the ruins. Houses burned to ash. We found… bodies. Dozens.” The room tilted. My stomach lurched as bile burned my throat. A neighboring village. Innocent families. Charred under his reign of cruelty. Kael’s expression turned to stone, his power rolling off him in a wave so fierce the firelight flickered. “He moves against us already,” he said, voice low, deadly.

But its history, as with all dynasties, is stained as much with blood as it is adorned with glory. I flipped past pages recounting ancient battles, noble Alphas, alliances forged and broken. Flipping to the last few pages, my eyes caught a section titled in bold red ink: "THE FALL OF ALPHA ALEXEI." My breath hitched. I had heard that name whispered in passing, always in a tone of sorrow or shame. Alpha Alexei Malvore, the strongest of his generation, he didn't fall to enemies beyond the walls of house Malvore but to his sworn brother. A brothers ambition and the council’s silence ended his reign and left his young son to take over the House of Malvore.

It was gone too fast to name. “Is that so?” His voice was low and rough, like smoke over gravel, and it did something dangerous to my stomach. “Yes. That’s exactly so.” I was rambling now, couldn’t stop myself. “I don’t even know what the Alpha looks like. Could be hideous. Could have three heads and breath like a sewer. Doesn’t matter. I have dreams that don’t include being a crippled man’s glorified incubator, so here we are. Here I am. Talking too much because I’m nervous and—”

Rainwater dripped from the hem of his black cloak as he bowed. "My King," he said. "Silver Ridge recovered the ledger," Cassian reported, his voice tight with an underlying anxiety he couldn't quite mask. "But we were too late to destroy the foundational records. Alpha Marcus and Luna Elena recovered the winter ledger before the lower vault structures suffered a total collapse." Alaric didn't turn around. He didn't stiffen. Instead, a slow, quiet smile ghosted across his reflection in the dark glass of the window.

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Lucien’s eyes flashed dangerously beneath the wrinkles of the disguise Maya created for him. “You betrayed us.” He went straight to the point. I respected that. But betrayal was always about perspective. “Did I?” I asked casually. “You captured your sworn Alpha,” he growled. “No,” I corrected calmly. “I captured a wolf making emotional decisions.” We reached the ruins deep inside the forest shortly after. Old stone walls covered in vines rose from the darkness, broken by time and abandoned long ago by packs smart enough to fear this place. The air itself carried old, dangerous and useful magic.

Grabbing his side, he sat up spitting blood across the ground. “Alpha Alaric. He gave the order to attack your pack, his beta raped and killed your mother and he… he killed your father” Instantly that day came to mind. Closing my I let it all in, focusing as hard as I could on the little details. I had to have forgotten something from that day. When Alpha Alaric came here, I knew I had seen his eyes before and now I knew where. With my eyes closed I could see everything as if I was back there. The grass wet with the blood of my pack members, my mother’s blood-soaked body… and my father. Focusing on the man in front of him I found those dark green eyes with the distinctive orange flecks. Not

“School’s not cancelled forever.” “One day is enough to get killed,” John muttered. “How do we know he didn’t send those rogues himself just to force everyone into his camp?”He had a point. Alpha Pascal was the oldest and most battle-hardened of the thirteen Alphas ,the only one still standing after the brutal decade-long war between the Twelve Packs and the Thirteen. They said his valor alone had saved the Twelve from being wiped out. After victory, the Thirteen Pack vanished… but the rumours never died. They were still out there, hiding in the shadows, recruiting rogues, waiting to strike again. “Roxellena!” The angry shout sliced through the night from the direction of my house.

« You got me, Alpha. » The ruins of Agammon, that place held centuries of history. It was bombarded by magic in the first worldwide war. When we went there, it was full of infected; they were even a lot of mutated ones. We had a long battle with them. I couldn’t forget it because Jack almost got killed because of me. He shielded an attack that was aimed at me. When he got better, I chose him as my Beta. H is a reliable one.