Scorpius X Albus Novels & Stories

he said, crouching next to Skyler whose transformation was already taking place. After a few more minutes the twins had successfully shifted. They laid on the ground, eyes closed with labored breath. A smile curved Pius lips as he watched his pups. Xander's wolf was golden brown while Skyler's wolf was midnight black. They both were equal in size so Pius was yet to know which amongst them will be the next Alpha. He gave them enough time to rest, he wasn't in a rush to know who the next Alpha would be. Right now he was only a father who cared for his sons.

Even the home Nathan and I had shared as Luna and Alpha of the Moonbeam Pack couldn’t compare to this. A tight knot twisted in my stomach at the thought of Nathan. I pushed the memory of him aside, forcing myself to focus on the present. I followed the sound of voices down the hall and approached a large, open room; the heat of a conversation caught my attention. “You need to stop running from this, Favian!” An older man’s voice said, firm and impatient. “You are the Alpha of the Furbloom Pack. It’s time for you to take a mate.” I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. The Furbloom Pack?

The foul smell started to emit from the rapidly drying carcasses as desert pests started to appear in small numbers over time. ‘Alpha! Watch out!’ Rios Scarlet, who was now in the form of a spotted black beta-size wolf, dashed behind the towering yet frozen red wolf. His huge body collided with the leader of the giant scorpions. A spotted white wolf, whose spots closely resembled Rios Scarlet’s wolf, immediately gave the perfect assist. Keiran Scarlet clawed the pincer that was about to sneak an attack against his twin. ‘Mind your blind spot, idiot!’ ‘Thanks, brother.’

Can she leave him when the goddess gave them to each other? Mortus rubbed his cheek into her hand, feeling her warmth. Scorpia’s wings shook, by fear or the tingles that shot through her I would never know. “The King, or Emperor as he likes to call himself, of the Rogues is Virion,” Mortus breathed, raking in her scent. “He is started as a sorcerer and practiced necromancing.” Orion slammed his hand on the railing, breaking the trance Scoripa had Mortus . Shaking her head, she pulled his face back to hers. “Keep going,” she muttered. “This will help, keep going.”

Sophia helped Marissa steady herself, both staring at Luna with fear and hatred. Claire had flattened herself against the far wall, her earlier bravado gone. "The Alpha will hear about this," Marissa hissed. "Then run along," Luna sneered. "Run to your Alpha like the pathetic lapdog you are. Tell him his mate finally remembered she has claws." Marissa's eyes narrowed. "You're going to regret this." "Get lost before I decide one slap wasn't enough," Luna spat. "The Alpha ordered us to—" "GET OUT!" Luna's voice rose to a shout, her aura flaring.

--- She carved words in the void. No pen. No paper. She used her own scent to trace, stroke by stroke, in the darkness. Her scent left brief silver-white trails in the void, like shooting stars across a night sky. Gone in an instant. She didn't mind. She wrote their names. The names of the twelve Alphas: first, Molten, whose scent was the hottest, whose residue she carried the most; second, Abyss, whose scent was the coldest, who could cool her gland a little after each Harmony; third, Blade, whose scent was the sharpest, like a knife that cut through the enemy. And cut into her gland too.

Suddenly, a blinding red message flashes across the main scrying stone. “Elders, look at the bloodline resonance between Azel and the weakling alpha who just entered the gates. Are they from the same womb?” The entire stream falls dead silent. Millions of wolves on the MoonNet Circle hold their breath. “The young pup in the torn blue tunic—Darius Whitmore,” a prominent seer types out immediately. “The facial geometry does not lie. He and my grandson-idol are direct litter-mates. Blood of the same blood.”

In this pack, being born a female is a curse in and of itself. I cursed myself for being here to witness those women's anguish every time I heard them whimpering and screaming. It serves as a reminder that at some point, I may find myself lying on my deathbed. I get chills just thinking about it, and it feels like my blood is being drained out of me. Alpha Xian resembled a raptor. He uses a special whip with silver knuckles that, when struck, can protrude a large amount of flesh. It is quite awful. It pleases him when the women in his bed scream. Monstrous...!

It's clear that he holds a high rank, perhaps an heir alpha or a beta, he is not sure. One of the females, of low rank, also has a dark aura and a foul smell to his nose, she is stalking another young female. Remus's pupils dilate when he sees the other young female, and his vision increases twofold. He can see the exact shade of her eyes and her scent, something he can't explain, but it's the same one he had felt near the lake, which had shaken him to the core. It's a mixture of orange blossom flowers and fresh mountain air, he can't understand her exact essence, she is a hybrid, of an unknown species to him.