Ruins Of Alph Novels & Stories

“The first Alpha of my family bargained to guard the entire area in exchange for a magical barrier that would prevent sudden temperature changes. The gods granted it, but the others called that Alpha crazy. However, he proved that it could be possible to take good care of the land and let nature come to life on its own. As a result, temperatures in the different areas are abrupt. Let's just say that in the land sharing in the primitive world, we werewolves didn't come out on top.” That was true. “You didn't answer me how this place is still standing,” I said, looking at the ruins. “That Alpha ignored the order to tear this place down,” Izan said. “He said the place would fall down on its own

And they are very advanced creatures. With stories packed, I was excited to go home and tell everything to my mother. However, the welcoming land became horrifying scenery when bloodshed was everywhere. Terrified silence suffocated my breath when I saw in a distance the decapitated white wolves on the ground, the mark of scratches on the walls, and the weeping of the few survivors. The wall of the palace was vandalized by the ink of blood saying, 'GLORY TO ALPHA RIGO!'

They were going to be killed when others found out. I got to my feet; Picking my pack up, I cleared my throat and everyone looked at me. "Time to go?" Eidrich asked, as he and the others grabbed their packs. "We took a longer break than usual. If we want to get to the ruins, we need to keep going." I told them. I put the fire out and we began to walk. An hour hadn't gone by when a raven appeared with a letter. Stay where you, everyone is getting escorted out. An Alpha has gone missing.

Rex's motorcycle was hidden in the ruins fifty paces behind the arena's back gate. This wasteland was the old quarter of Alpha City, gutted by a fire over a decade ago. Nothing remained but blackened stone walls and roofs that had caved in on themselves. Rex had wedged the motorcycle behind a broken section of wall draped in desiccated vines. No one could spot it unless they were three steps away. He slammed his broadsword into the sheath on his back. The clash of metal ricocheted through the ruins. Then he lifted a boot and kicked a chunk of rubble out of the front wheel's path.

The air felt hollow, as if the life force of the land had been sucked out. "Alpha, we're approaching the first coordinate," the driver, a silent wolf named Silas, whispered. I looked out the window and felt my stomach drop. We were at the ruins of a High Council outpost. The reinforced concrete walls hadn't just been hit; they had been shredded by claws the size of scythes. The ground was littered with the remnants of silver-plated armor, but there were no bodies. There was only ash and the smell of wet fur and ozone.

Also, behind this other Alpha is a looming shadow with the face of grief. The wounded Alpha kneels and begs him. Together, they gather four more Alphas, standing above a conquered battlefield. Beneath them are fallen men, many of them Alphas, Betas, and Deltas, but now turned into subjects. As their numbers grow, the six Alphas shatter an invisible barrier, revealing three other men forced to their knees. Wait… I think I understand. The three men must be the old regimes. Lupenvale, Fenvire, and Ashbourne

There has to be another way. Alph was unable to muster the strength to support himself, for his body had been weakened, slumped from the last battle with Alex. He knew how cracks in the walls of Alex's defenses had appeared, but it mattered little if he could not even stand upright. He felt an opening, a potential way around this weakness of Alex, but how could he seize it if his body refused to cooperate?

"Alpha, I am not a rogue. I have lived in your territory for four years, working in a tavern the entire time. I've never caused problems and have only worked for food and board." A silence filled the air when he finished speaking, everyone heard the message behind his words. He had been here for years and nobody noticed him, which meant enemy packs could easily do the same. The Alpha paced back and forth in front of his seat, freezing when his daughter stepped forward. Shaun could see her black hair touched her elbow as she descended the stairs towards him. She wore a dark gray dress that complimented her hair and eyes, falling just below her knees. He was mesmerized by her as she approached

He chuckles down the link. I shut it off and connect with Zaire. “Remove the Beta. He is not the male he stated to be. He will not be good for young Alpha Lucas.” “Yes, Alpha.” I slowly step out of the shadows and come face to face with the new young Alpha. He has fear skim his eyes, but he stands up tall in front of me. I nod my head a little and then move on through the shed. “Raphael, take note of all the rogues and pack wolves. This will need a similar clean out that WarriorMind did.”

"His Grace. His Majesty. The King of the West, Alpha of all Alphas, Alpha King Alaric Leontius Valerian has been injured in the battle field!" "Make way, get the infirmary ready!" Voices continued yelling, in haste and urgency. "Oh goddess!" Exclaims filled the air. The kitchen soon turned upside down, everyone trying to run out of the kitchen at the same time, pushing one another, others were falling while some stepped on them to get through. But me? I didn't move. I couldn't move. Did I just hear right? Alpha King Alaric got injured? The Monster of the West? The very reason why I am here, disguised as an omega slave, the one who has a reason to wear a veil?