Standard Galactic Alphabet Novels & Stories

“I happen to be an alpha, the first in the Alphabet, yeah? And the first three titles are considered, the royal family of the pack.” He looked through the box of tea leaves and got one, it was lemon and green tea. I happen to like taking that flavor a lot. Something’s not right. He can’t be reading my mind because I’m not thinking about that. “The royal family consists of Alpha, Luna, which is not in the alphabet but we still needed a name for the queen, and Beta which is considered a prince, princess, or successor.” He explained as he plucked exactly four leaves from the mint plant in the pot. That’s the exact amount I use.

She allowed her finger to trace the letters of Nicholas Wuffa, an outline of a moon with a crescent moon engraved within it. Nicholas Wuffa was the first Alpha. The Alpha that survived the genocide of their kind. Below his name was Matilda Columbine, the symbol of the moon before her name had the opposite of Nicholas' chiselled out, signifying that she was his mate – the Alpha Female. The symbol together created a full moon. Alissa mused at the romanticism as she inspected other plaques.

Lucas couldn’t make any sense of what he just read. He has heard the word ‘ALPHA’ before but that’s definitely from his parish priest when he preaches Sunday Homily. He could remember when his parish priest could describe GOD as the ALPHA which means the ‘Beginning.’ For some moments he pondered to himself if actually what he read meant he will be the next GOD. ‘This might be from GOD,’ he thought to himself. That wouldn’t make sense as GOD won’t send a letter to him telling him he is the next ALPHA.

"But they sound the same!" "No, no, listen!" He leaned forward, excitement quickening his words. "There’s an actual place called Geng! And… that’s it!" He grabbed a fresh sheet of paper and a pen, scribbling quickly. "It’s a code!" He wrote out *Gang*, placing each digit from the mysterious numbers underneath each letter as he spoke. "G2, A6, N8, G6," he said, looking up at us with intensity. "Now we just need to decipher it. Maybe ‘2G’ doesn’t mean anything on its own, but what if it’s the start of a word with G and two letters?"

Josh snickers out and I can’t help but smile. “Yes, it most certainly is. There are twenty-four ranks for wolves: Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon, Zeta, Eta, Theta, Iota, Kappa, Lambda, Mu, Nu, Xi, Omicron, Pi, Rho, Sigma, Tau, Upsilon, Phi, Chi, Psi and Omega.

Already angling. “Alpha Agora ,” she purred, bowing, trying to look graceful still. “It’s an honor.” He gave her one of those tiny, dangerous smiles. “You are welcome here, Abigail . Bloodfang values family.” Family. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want,” he said, and Abigail giggled like a schoolgirl. That made me squint my eyes.

“So everyone is in agreement then? Riverside will merge with Riverstone, myself and Kara as Alpha and Luna. Varin will be my Beta still and Alaric you will become head of my warriors, Laris will be Gama of the pack still as I don’t have one. YOu’re people don’t have to relocate or leave their jobs, but warriors would be relocated to your territory to help with the protection of the pack.” Silas said as he looked over the final agreement. Alaric and Laris nodded slowly while they listened.

He was sending message to his only friend, Adom. The most delectable, earth-shattering scent worked its way through Ash foggy brain as she took deep breaths. The scent of apples and jasmine and a beautiful base note of roses all accented by the most perfect scent of Alpha he had ever had the pleasure of smelling invaded hid lungs. Alpha, the scent of Alpha. His Alpha! "MY ALPHA" she barked out as the realisation hit him like one of those new steam trains. She sat bolt upright as his eyes sprang open, which was a mistake, not the biggest one he had made today, admittedly, but bad enough. He slumped back onto the sofa as a wave of dizziness overtook him.

I asked, looking up at him. He looked at the pages of the book in concentration while I looked at him. I wondered what must be going through his mind as does his work. I lost my initial train of thought and found myself thinking about the last time we were together alone. The kiss we shared and how it made me feel. I imagined we would do it again this time on the kitchen counter when I heard him say something. “I'm sorry what?” I said, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. “It's the Theban alphabet. It's basically Latin but from an ancient script for witches” he said passively.