Scorpius X Albus Novels & Stories

Blackrose pack Alucard didn't hear anything more and when he tried to find the guy, he wasn't there anymore only a delicious smell of strawberry was left but it only lasts a few moments, sometime after that unusual talk Moonlight's official music was heard in all the wood with the arrival of the Winterlane family. They were very different from the Sunshine pack they have white hair, green eyes, and pale skin, they were so notable and strong in all meanings, almost all of the population were alphas.

“Not good enough! Let me give you a short history lesson. Each family had a guild, and each guild had a crest associated with a colour. Those colours are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and black. “Each colour is in accordance with strength and what their guild stood for. My original human counterpart was from the Guild of Viorel, the royal bloodline which stopped with Crustblood the Terrible and myself. You are from the Guild of Kerwin, representing power and authority. Our scarlet wolf is from the Guild of Alroy, the most aggressive and strongest of all the Lupus Bellatores bloodlines.” “Alinta! How? Does it have to do with her father?” Bellinor exclaimed shaken. “No, my devoided

And I had one target and one alone… the darkness. I closed the distance behind Lisa just as she raised both hands to crush an entire line of wolves, including Xavier. I drove the spear into her back. The sound… It wasn’t a scream. It was the sound of a universe cracking. Lisa arched, a guttural snarl ripping from her throat as black light shot through her body. She turned, slowly, her eyes glowing pitch-black, veins dark as ink spreading across her face. “You,” she hissed. “You human stain.”

The air in the sacred grove was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the raw, untamed power of two rival Alphas. Xyrex, his massive frame taut with restless energy, paced before the ancient stone altar. His black hair was a wild mane, and his eyes, the color of molten amber, burned with a possessiveness that could scorch the earth. Across from him, Zhilax stood with a predator’s stillness, his lean muscles coiled. His silver eyes, cold and sharp as shards of winter moon, tracked Xyrex’s every move. The fate of their packs, the Blood Moon and the Shadow Fang, hung in the balance between them, a fragile peace shattered by a single, undeniable truth.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Devon froze, the words dying in his throat. Marcus slowly lifted his head, the pale, winter-locked light of the courtyard catching the devastation of his face. The dual color eyes Devon had trusted his entire life were gone. Marcus’s irises were twin, piercing discs of radiant, unblinking silver, with only a microscopic, desperate pinpoint of volatile Alpha gold fighting for space at the center of his pupils. As Marcus pulled his hand out of the mud, the wet fabric of his sleeve fell back, revealing the thick, iridescent web of raised silver scars pulsing down to his fingertips. The three senior warriors instantly stepped back half a pace, their boots crunching loudly in the gravel, their ey

Three pairs of eyes lifted to meet his, each one sharp in its own way. Alpha Caspian of the Southern Realm's deep bronze skin caught the light as he leaned back in his chair, blond coils slicked away from his brow and his dark eyes hooded as a lazy smirk tugged at his lips. He always looked too calm, as if nothing could ever shake him. Alpha Aleksandr of the Eastern Realm sat rigid beside him with rugged features, dark brown hair and amber eyes hard as flint with a pale scar nicking one brow as he tracked every move Orion made.

“I don’t have any idea for that, mom.” “I understand. You still can’t believe this fact. You’re not the omega of Jungle Power.” Mom took a breath. “And the fact that you are the omega of Crescent Scarlet.” I was indeed surprised, even more so about the wolf in my body. From the very beginning I noticed a strange thing, maybe if someone else’s wolf had slightly rough and slightly light colored hands as well as sharp and strong claws. My wolf is not, even I feel that my wolf is an albino wolf.

“The one and only Lord Bathym, the black duke of the inferno.” “I can see the resemblance.” He muttered, pulling us towards him whilst my father’s darkening eyes remained focused on my beloved. Something that I couldn’t figure flashed in his orbs whilst he kept observing the man approaching him and I was nervously sucking my inner cheeks, for I didn’t know what was running in his evil head. What did he see that made him stare at Xavier so intently? When we finally halted before him, Xavier extended his hand, offering a handshake, “I’m—“ He interrupted, “Xavier Clark White.” A small smile graced his face, perplexing me. He lifted his hand, grabbing Xavier’s and shook it. “The Alpha of the dec

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”