Ruins Of Alph Novels & Stories

The old tower was no longer recognizable. The ruins were covered with black, pulsating veins that dug deep into the ground, like the roots a cancer ulcer. In the middle was the Alpha queen. She had both hands deep in the rock under the destroyed foundation. Red energy waves pulsated in concentric circles away from her while she tried the sleeping, golden Awareness of Elora from the core. Raven entered the square. His step was silent, but the presence of Project Azilla

“I’m Cassiopeia, and you all are?” They all look at Colt. “Alpha Turner,” the quiet older one says. The vocal old Alpha speaks up. “Alpha Holmes.” “Alpha Duke,” the young one says. “Then it is nice to make your acquaintance,” I say. “I am sure it is for you, to be in the presence of real Alphas. We’ve all heard the stories of your dysfunctional family.” “Then we are all dysfunctional here. Two old men who are nearly at death’s door but too stubborn to pass down the baton, and a young man who most likely was just recently weaned from breastfeeding.”

But as I opened a massive, silver-bound text titled The First Threshold, the true, horrifying nature of that hidden world began to bleed through the ancient ink. "It is not a resting place, Anna," I said, my voice trembling as my eyes scanned the hand-written runes, my fingers tracing a terrifying illustration of thousands of skeletal wolf shadows clawing at a thin, glowing barrier. "It is a prison, the First Alphas locked the most savage, bloodthirsty conquerors of our history behind the veil because their hunger for power was destroying the earth bloodlines."

He pulled out the brittle, ancient scrolls—Darmoon lore bound in darkened leather. "Drake thinks we're playing chess with Alpha territories. We're not. We're fighting something far older," he said, tossing the scroll onto the table. "This is about the Sunstone Cult. Do you remember that name?" I nodded, my mind racing. "Yes. The one you spoke about. Except Drake only found evidence of dark magic, sigils at Gold's scene."

Cut emotional ties. Return. “She doesn’t belong in this,” he added. “Neither do you,” I replied. His smile faded slightly. “You built us.” “I dismantled you.” “You wounded us.” “I warned you.” “You left.” “You crossed lines.” He studied me for a long moment. “You still believe in lines.” “Yes.” “And if we don’t?” “Then I end you.” Silence. Not shocked. Not offended. Just assessing. “You think you can?” Adrian asked calmly. “I know your foundations,” I replied. “Your shell companies. Your hidden routes. Your contingency vaults.”

he started explaining, and I simply nodded for him to continue. “The rogues were both male and female and ranged in age. Some were only teenagers.” His concerned frown deepened with each word. “Did the one they capture say anything?” I asked curiously. “He was the oldest of the rogues and seemed to be the one calling the shots. They tortured him but he didn’t give up much. He did slip at one point and said that his alpha has powerful allies and that we don’t stand a chance against the bloodsuckers. His dying words were that a war was coming,” he replied, and I immediately frowned. Are the rogues working with vampires now? What would the vampires gain by working with rogues?

I looked past her and stared at the alpha and my ex-mate, who watched the scene with interest. “Well, well, well,” Alpha Rex said, stepping forward, his eyes holding an amusement that irked me to my bones. His hand landed on Maria’s shoulder, urging her to move aside, at which she did, a scowl on her face. “If it isn’t Destiny Levine, daughter of the people who committed treason against their own alpha.” His haughty eyes roamed my body just the same way they had on that night he captured me to sell. My glare intensified. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

I could only hope that Alpha Rain was more eager to collaborate… The Alaris Castle was a fortress made of white stone with delicate slivers of blue and gray. Each wall gently glittered in the sun, adding magnificence and making it visible even at a great distance. This place had been a home for several generations of the Riverus wolves. Now, it was the home of the last member of the Riverus family: Alpha Rain. “This way.” One of our escorts, Rook, gestured to the long hallway.

Mindy whimpers, her voice filled with despair and hope. “No, he won’t,” Monroe replies hoarsely, and when I look at him, he is as pale as a ghost. “That’s the work of silver and wolfsbane. That’s why it’s so infected.” “Fuckers,” I mutter, standing up. “Why would they do that?” Mindy sniffs. “He’s a Constantine warrior.” “And the alphas’ guard,” Monroe replies through tight lips. “They thought we’d know where they are.”

“The ruins. The place where the first Alphas were born. He’s going there to—” The ground shook. A deep, bone-rattling tremor. Then—a howl. Not a normal wolf’s. This was ancient. Lukas paled. “It’s already starting.” I didn’t think so. I grabbed Derek’s hand. “We need to go. Now.” --- Derek’s POV The ruins were a graveyard. Jagged stone pillars stood like the bones of a forgotten world, stretching toward the moon. The air was thick—wrong. And at the center of it—Ronan.