Ruins Of Alph Novels & Stories

“You cannot save her. You were never enough. You will fail her as you failed them. You will lead her into ruin.” “No,” I snarled, my body shaking, my teeth bared. “I will never fail her. I will tear the world apart before I let her go.” The chamber shifted, twisting, the walls melting until I stood in the ruins of the battlefield where I had first lost my father. His body lay broken, my mother’s face twisted in pain beside him, wolves I had led lying dead all around me. “You think you are an Alpha,” a voice whispered, deep and sharp, “but you are only a grave-maker. You destroy all you touch. Maeve will be no different.”

But when we reached the center of the ruins, the air changed. It became heavier. The silver pillar of light descended directly onto the ground before us. The earth trembled violently. Stone slabs shifted. A circular platform slowly rose from beneath the cracked foundation. Carved lines ran across its surface forming intricate patterns that matched the symbol floating above. The platform was the entrance. The vault. The Alpha released my hand and stepped closer to examine it. “It was hidden underground,” he murmured. “Yes,” the scarred wolf said behind us. “Protected by blood recognition magic.”

He sat up, shaking the dirt from his dark hair, and immediately pulled out his broadsword, scanning the suffocating gloom around us. "Where are we?" he asked, his Alpha instincts on high alert as his pupils dilated to catch the faint light from my palm. I raised my glowing hand, casting our light across the vast underground chamber. We were standing in a colossal subterranean ruin, built long before the founding of the Imperial Palace above. Massive granite pillars, thick enough to hold up the world, stretched into the vaulted darkness above us. The walls were lined with ancient, faded murals carved into solid basalt, but every carving was covered in thick, pulsating veins of dark, iridescen

Marek said, pointing out the shattered windows. Outside, the obsidian of the Citadel was being overtaken by green. The "Stillness" energy had been converted into raw growth. The volcano wasn't erupting fire; it was erupting Forest. Thousands of trees were bursting through the iron and stone of the High Alphas' kingdom, turning the graveyard of the world into a sprawling, wild jungle. The Last of the High Alphas The four High Alphas—Malakor, Hestia, Vorax, and young Thorne—stood up from their thrones. The filaments were gone. Their eyes were their own again.

They had waited so long to have this child and never wished for anything to go wrong. "We will celebrate till dawn!" Alpha said. "Oh please shut up Nathaniel," a feminine voice boomed angrily from the crowd. There was a loud gasp after her words to the Alpha and everyone cleared their way to reveal the imposter. She had blended in so well that no one detected that there was an outlander in their pack. Not only had she spoken so rude to their alpha, she also had the audacity to call him by name. "Rebecca, what are you doing here, you have been banished from our–"

I say, and she nods. " I didn't know you were so brave," my Beta purrs in her ear and earns a giggle. " I am not. But my pack always had problems with rogues. So I am kind of used to them." she says without a care in the world, not even noticing our faces. " Give me a moment," I say and grab my phone, dialing the number of Alpha Eren. " Good morning, Alpha James. What a pleasant surprise. " he greets me friendly, but I hear the distress in his voice.

Until I got to the living room. There was Casandra, her mother and brother. The living room had four long black pieces of furniture, it looked quite comfortable, and there was a small table with a flower in the middle. I sat down on one of the pieces of furniture away from everything and the lady spoke. -Well, since you are here you should know. Yesterday there was an attack on the most important alphas in the city. Nobody knows if my husband is alive or not, so we will leave this house in an hour. It is your right to follow us or go your own way.

Dismantled: “If you want my help you will need to renounce your title as Alpha and swear your loyalty to me and my pack.” Alpha Rhett said his stare was cold and icy as he looked at Alpha Aldric. “It’s the only way this is going to work.” Rhett added.

Isabey looked behind to find the same scene. HIM. He was looking towards her, his eyes. She closed her eyes. Alpha Damien ran back into the forest, as he saw the wolf coming towards Isabey. He picked up his scent. He was running out of the Black Thunder Territory. He had to reach back home. He is the Alpha of the Red Crescent Pack. An honourable Alpha, but more than that, he is a loving father. Their pack is the allies of Black Thunder Pack. Marcus was like a son to him; he had seen him growing up with Edwina. They both look so good together. He smirked in his head.

“If we do, the documentation of it has been lost to time. It’s really only the Alpha’s family that still contains records of their bloodline. They bred carefully over the centuries—still diluted, but not as much as others.” I looked at the names on the family tree. Many were unrecognizable, but I noticed one that stood out: Terence, Alpha of Goldenveil. “Oh, by the way, we do tours of the ruins,” the woman said, moving over to the desk and picking up a small pamphlet, which she handed to me. “The next one is tomorrow at eight in the morning. Would you like to come?” I took the pamphlet, studying it. It showed a few photographs and some blurbs about the ruins. I tucked the pamphlet into my sh