The Dark Lord Alan Becker Novels & Stories

Mathias asked, surprised. Candice had just retrieved her scroll back when Thaddeus suspiciously asked, "This powerful ally, what is his name?" She let a broad smile spread her lips as she clutched the scroll firmly to her chest. "My elders, you know who he is. He is our Lord and Alpha, King Wayne. Son of Warren Wyatt, leader of the pack of the grey wolves. Protector of the plane Weode and all its hinterlands." "Welcome to a new era. You have pledged your allegiance to him and to the new world he will create."

His brown hair was tied up in a bun with a rugged brown beard and bushy eyebrows. “I’m looking for someone.” I reply, remaining sceptical of how much I share. “Aren’t we all. Paula, Paula can you email Beckett back and tell him I won’t take no for an answer. It’s that or we attack!” He calls out to his secretary that had collected us from the bottom floor. Her desk directly outside his office. Beckett… “Beckett, as in Alpha Beckett of the Nightshade Reformed pack?” Jude asks acting nonchalantly.

Becky could hear everything and be safely hidden in there. “I’ll just go check on a few things in the back. Call me if any clients enter.” “Of course.” Rob let her pass into the office, where she found Becky shaking behind the door. Rob, turned on the three elders standing there. “What do you want with Doctor Allan? What business do you think you have with her?” “We believe that we have more business with the good Doctor. You’ve been avoiding us, so we came here to see what was keeping you from your duties to your people.”

I… I was speechless, and fuck, I couldn’t even move my feet. “You are Maive’s friends, right? She left already?” Butch asked me. He was known as the kindest among the group. I was definitely nervous now that these two were in front of me. Now, one of them was actually talking to me—and it was Butch Fender. The Butch Fender. Alpha of one of the strongest packs in the Werewolf Race, the Crescendo Pack. He was known as the charming fighter, but when it came to a serious battle, he transformed into a monster.

" A mere maid who isn't able to protect herself, thinking she can protect the clan and the Pack" April looked at them confused. Pack? Clan? Like Mafia Clan and a Wolf Pack? " I don't get you. He said am his Mate, more his soulmate. So I don't get you" April replied quietly, not to anger them. " I guess you weren't told right?" Amelia asked with a Smirk, April looked at them both utterly confused. " This is a Mafia Clan, and boss is a Mafia Don. He's also a werewolf and an Alpha. Alpha Vladimir Albert Darkclaw to the Pack members and Lord Marino Jenkins. The might that eats human is the boss. It's Lucifer" Amelia explained further.

the dark lord demanded. I heard the sound of Lincoln’s cutlery as he paced them down and took a scarf to wipe his mouth. As far as I'd observed him, there was every possibility that he was royalty. He began to report. “The Alpha of the Gray Mist—” my chest stiffened, “is planning to wage war on us. He intends to form an alliance with the Imperial one.” “An alliance just to battle me,” the dark lord scoffed, “these cowards never cease to amaze me.”

“ Yes, ma. Dulce lived in the same house with Becker. Becker is crazy. He beat Dulce into coma and made her lose their child. Now, he has leveled the lie on Aspen. He is using the media very well to make sure no one can do anything messy with his plans. " “ What does he want?” Mr. Mckinney asked. “ He's a psycho who doesn't want Dulce and at the same time does not want Aspen to have her. He will stop at nothing to bring Aspen to nothing.” “ I will not let that happen. " Mr. Mckinney rose to his feet. " I will crush that son of nobody for trying to toss with my family. I grind him with my bare hands. " “ Sir," Derek rose to his feet " Becker is cunning, he knows you will get involved. Let me

They spread out fast, forming a tight circle around Bruce and the others. Alan was leading them with a smug smile. He wore an expensive custom suit, and his eyes locked on Bruce leaning on his cane like a venomous snake. "Tsk, tsk, tsk…" Alan shook his head, feigning surprise while clapping his hands. "I just got the news that you actually woke up. I thought my men were lying. But I didn't expect… Bruce, your luck is really annoyingly strong!" He stepped closer, eyes full of mockery and malice. "That was Witherfall, infamous in the underworld, a poison with no cure. How the hell did you survive? Huh?!"

His gaze met mine, acknowledging that he was discussing me. “So what? Tomorrow you’ll get married as proof that you are the Alpha worthy of standing beside her? If it’s about strength to defeat the Dark Lord, she should choose me instead.” Alastair pulled a cigarette box from his robe pocket and lighten one with his black Zippo. “We don’t know where or who the Dark Lord truly is. We only know he has been moving his forces to create chaos and perform dark magic rituals. Perhaps what’s needed to defeat him is intelligence rather than brute strength,” Romero countered Alastair’s opinion.

Just a text message with no context, no explanation, just words that made my entire body go cold: Look into Theo Mercer instead.