Scorpius X Albus Novels & Stories

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.

That was the reason he was in this state, on the brink of death. "So? What's it going to be?" Harrod crowded over. "Do you see anything, Mister Penn?" "Yes. I've found a way to heal Mister Albus." Wilbur opened his right hand, placing all five of his fingertips against Albus' stomach. The next second, a powerful force of suction emerged from his palm to absorb the spider web of power of destruction in Albus' body. The spider was turned into black miasma and white light as well, eventually absorbed into Wilbur's body altogether.

“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.

Darius and I immediately broke away to look at the source of the noise. My eyes nearly dropped out of the sockets when I saw none other than Alpha Xander standing in front of us. Darius didn't even flinch. Immediately he pushed me behind him, using his body to shield me from his father. Alpha Xander cocked a smile and began to laugh. "Do you really think I won't go through you to get to her?" He asks. I notice how his eyes have become completely black. There's no white visible. The demon possessing him must be getting stronger.

Spike was hunched over a laptop, his concentration broken by Mikhail's sudden arrival. Mikhail pulled a small, gleaming necklace from his pocket and held it out to Spike. "Bring out the one we found on the day of the exchange," he ordered. Spike’s eyes flickered with understanding as he nodded and reached into a drawer, retrieving an identical necklace. The two men stared at the matching pendants, the same words etched into the silver surface: *Nosce Hostem*—*Know Your Enemy*. "It’s the same," Mikhail said grimly, his voice laced with the weight of their discovery. "Whoever sent the Rogues isn’t just a Mafia boss. He’s a Mafia and a Werewolf, just like us."