Novel & Cerita Ruins Of Alph

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."

"They will not. There was a ruined temple on that mountain. Whoever someone you are talking about, they are the one who's going to die. If they went to the ruin as fast as they can, they can use that as a shield and deception." "I don't trust you," the Alpha growled. "Then, trust them. You know that they are strong, right? Trust their abilities and strength. They can use the ruins as a hideout, shield, and deception. It's 963km from the starting point. If you don't believe me, look at the Ruins and Heritage book page 154 and you'll see," she explained. The Alpha didn't respond so, she smiled at him, took the cup of tea, and gave it back to him. Then, she started to walk towards the door. But

The chains that once bound me now lay in ruin behind, and before me stretched the endless dark—a world waiting to be rewritten. I raised my gaze to the bleeding moon. "The First Alpha has returned," I murmured. "And this time, she’s not alone." *** The wind keened through the ruins, carrying whispers that weren’t quite voices—half memory, half omen. I could hear the echoes of those who had perished here, their loyalty still tethered to a faith long buried beneath the stones. The ashes of the Citadel rose and swirled around me, forming fleeting shapes—wolves, blades, crowns—before vanishing into the night.

“There are ruins out there.” Something cold settled in my chest. “What kind of ruins?” “Old ones,” he said. “Older than the Lycan kingdom.” Silence fell across the room. Ancient ruins meant something else, a place suitable linked to old magic and rituals. The kind of place someone like the Shadow Alpha would hide. Xavier’s voice lowered. “You’re certain?” Rylan nodded once. “I found rogue patrols guarding the outer perimeter.” My pulse quickened. “How many?” “Too many for a random camp.”

I. "Nobody is going to touch you. Not while I'm around. They will all know that you're my mate; they can sense it, and no one likes to mess with another alpha's omega unless they're crazy. Trust me, darling. I'm not leaving you alone. Not this time. If they even try to touch you, I will rip their throat out." Ash raised an eyebrow. "What's up with alphas and wanting to rip throats out?" Alex chuckled. "Ripping another alpha's throat out means that they've won. You don't need to worry about it, darling."

It was Alpha, and boy, did it smell really amazing, like home. Allen shook her head as she tried to concentrate on Ohm's scent, which was barely there, and before she could get it, she was tackled on the ground and was now laying on her back with another wolf pinning her down. The wolf was huge, and it smelled like the same alpha she had been smelling before. The wolf's fur was black with a reddish tint, and his eyes were gold. He was gorgeous, and Allen had never seen a wolf like that before. When Allen looked up, she saw the Alpha growling at Allen and showing his canine teeth. Allen whimpered and closed her eyes. She knew this was a bad idea. She should not have run after Ohm, but of cour

I stopped, not knowing his name. “Chris.” I nodded my head. “The couple moved after I left the baby on their doorstep. So, I don’t know where she is. If we took her, he would still attack us.” Between all the alphas here, I only knew seven out of the fifteen. So if any of the new people stayed, I will have to explain everything from the top. “Are you declaring war? Because if so, we have zero chances of winning,” Chris said. “This is the rogue king we are talking about. If I didn’t know any better, the dragons would be on his side. Those traitors seek destruction more than peace.” Some alphas agreed with Chris.

Losing his mate was destroying his Alpha power, and now his business empire was crumbling. "Anything else?" "Yeah," Jake's voice grew more serious. "The partners all said the same thing. That the Moonlight Pack's Alpha is an 'old friend' of theirs." An old friend? "What does that mean?" "I don't know, Alpha. But it sounds like this mystery Alpha has deep ties to our former partners."

Alpha-knock. We heard Marcus open it. "Marcus Stone," a new voice said, deep, accented. "I am Alpha Kade of Red Moon, West Coast. You have broken council law by recognizing a null mate and broadcasting our existence to humans. By old law, I challenge you for territory and for the nulls." Silence in the main room. Karl and I looked at each other. "Of course," Karl muttered. "We win against the humans, the wolves start." He took my hand, claws out a little.