True Form Albedo Overlord Novels & Stories

Amelia’s POV “I, Alpha Kade of the Bloodmoon Pack, reject you, Amelia White, as my mate, and Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack!” My knees gave way as I fell to the ground; pain as hot as lava ran through my body, leaving me breathless for a few seconds. “I can’t accept a weak, lowly Omega as my mate!” His voice roared as my body shook in pain. I looked up slowly at Alpha Kade’s eyes; his eyes, as green as the forest, held no emotion in them; it made me feel worthless.

He can't die like this. “What are you talking about?” the old alpha asks, narrowing his glare on me. “Rafael is a rogue, there's no question about it. He must be eradicated.” “He's not though,” I insist. “And I have the papers here to prove it. I have these records saying that Raphael’s grandfather was the old alpha.” “That's absurd,” the old alpha growls. “There's no way he's related to an alpha. He's a rogue, and the challenge was unjust.”

He didn't draw the massive broadsword slung across his back; he simply took a single step forward, flaring his true, unrestricted High Alpha aura. The reaction was instantaneous and violent. A crushing, invisible weight slammed down onto the clearing like a collapsing mountain ridge. The surrounding air pressure dropped drastically, the temperature plummets by twenty degrees in a single second. The thirty elite Bloodstone warriors, already shivering and weakened by the northern permafrost, let out collective, strangled gasps as the sheer, suffocating dominance of a True Northern Warlord forced their knees to buckle. One by one, they collapsed face-first into the freezing snow, their bodies t

“And after the border?” Derek’s wolf turned, eyes narrowing, fury coiling tighter. “After the border, we hunt outside our territory. Whoever took her didn’t know what they’re up against. If they’re human, they don't know about any borders. In any case, they're bold, not smart.” Declan huffed. “Bold enough to snatch her in broad daylight.” Derek’s growl deepened, low and dangerous. “Bold enough to die for it.” They ran again, faster this time, the forest blurring around them. The moon hung low, a pale sickle slicing through the clouds, casting silver light over their fur. Their paws pounded the earth in perfect rhythm — Alpha and Beta, predator and shadow.

The altar of the moon was a natural plateau of white stone, situated at the highest point of the Black Mountain. It was a place of ancient power, where the veil between the world and the Moon Mother was thin. The seven Alphas were already there, stripped to the waist, their bodies covered in tribal markings. They shifted as I approached not into full wolves but into the "Crinos" form, a terrifying blend of human and beast designed for maximum carnage.

Female halflings rarely arose after the marking, and from all the information he gathered from the various other Wolfen planes, the blood moon that raised halflings was not just any ordinary eclipse. It was a special type of lunar eclipse, a total penumbral eclipse. Unlike the common ones, the moon and the sun overlap nearly perfectly at an angular size of 0.5 degrees despite the distance from each other, and at the same time, the moon inclines at 5.09 degrees from the Earth. Forming an almost perfect alignment for the trio.

It made me shiver but Orso was the only one to notice as he flexed his grip just slightly so I was a hair closer to him. Anders scoffed as he stepped back and shook his head. He may be a dick, but apparently, he wasn’t stupid. He knew fighting Orso was suicide. No one has ever won a fight against Orso. He’s ruthless and has a well-deserved reputation as one of the strongest Alpha’s. Orso, his oldest son who I never met and some faraway Alpha called Kane or something. The three of them were the most formidable and ruthless Alpha’s out there. “I will not apologize to your bed warmer. I’m out of here. Greg lets go.” he motioned to his Beta, who sighed at the outburst, and followed his Alpha out

Two Alphas hardly dialog. "We'll get into a challenge with your pack!" Oliver stated, and offered his hands to Jordan. A way to seal the deal I guess. Jordan also rose up, and offered his own hand. "Challenge accepted," he said. We left Toronto and headed to Oal. Oal was a neighbouring town, headed by the Gray pack. All my life, I've known Gray pack to be a lovely pack from the stories I've heard about them. It came as a surprise to see that they have the starmoon's land in their possession.

Two wolves as far as anyone would see. Werewolf- different. It’s like part wolf and part human features. Danger, danger, danger. The kill-kill-kill? That’s it. And we can be over six feet tall in that form as our muscles and limbs stretch. A nightmare to mere humans. “Why were you touching him?” the alpha grates out, a snare on his full lips that has me running to place the old greying counter between us.

Az complained, earning a well aimed hit to the chest from me. "Okay okay... Let's talk after settling down somewhere." Uncle suggested, leading us to the sofa. "So... You owe us an explanation." After I cuddled comfortably between her and Az, my mother said, looking straight at uncle. "Fine. But first... I think I need to introduce myself properly to these two kids." He said after agreeing with my mother and we sharpened our ears, eager to know the reason behind us being kidnapped. "I'm Orion. The first male hunter of moon goddess's huntresses and the best hunter of all time." He introduced, perking my attention to its full notch.