Who Is The Great Alpha In Zombies 2 の小説・ストーリー

Marek gets inside the big office with elegant moves while there's an old woman wearing a simple magic robe specially for witches sitting at the office's big wood table. "This old woman didn't expect to meet that old man's favorite grandson so early." Witch Una chuckled looking at the handsome young man who was one of the talented werewolf alphas from the Olun Clan's direct line. Her old friend, who is the young man’s grandfather; Kenz Olun, used to talk about his talented grandson with a smug face that almost made her want to pummel the old man many times with her other friends.

“Nothing? Then we carry on as planned.” ‘Go around the tower an keep your eyes peeled. They could be changing shift.’ When they didn’t respond a feeling formed in my gut telling me something was wrong. A feeling that was to be confirmed. “I’m sorry Mykel but I don’t have a choice.” Dropping to the ground everything went black. The sound of screams filled the air accompanied by the fresh smell of blood. Opening my eyes, I’m met with Alpha Alaric’s face. Before I had a chance to scan my surroundings I was pulled to my feet. Dante stood to the side his men on their knees behind him.

I'd rather live alone in a simple and small house than in a palace that will never do good to my situation right now. The door creaked as someone opened it from the outside. I was waiting for that person to enter and It was him, Blade. He was looking at me with his blazing fire, a red pair of eyes, it's not him, it's not Blade that I'm seeing, who is he? I know my Blade, his eyes aren't red and he doesn't have any reason to be this mad at me. Is it possible that there's someone pretending to be Blade? Is it possible for an alpha to have an impostor? If it is, then what happened to Blade? I held Via's trembling hand and whispered to her.

TWENTY YEARS EARLIER There was a problem no one spoke about openly.An Alpha without an heir. In the werewolf world, that was more than a weakness—it was a crack in power. A silent invitation for others to question, to challenge, to take. Mr. Vale was not just any man, He was the great Alpha,Strong, Feared, Respected. But even strength had limits, his limit lived quietly inside his home. His wife was human, he wanted something outside power. He cherished genuine love with her. Thinking love will be enough. He was wrong. Years passed, and no child came. They tried every second they had, but they couldn't get it.

Alpha Maximus was making the biggest mistake of his life by trying to hurt me, the love of Marcel's life. The door opened. I was surprised to see that it was not Marcel, but the tall, dark, short haired man who had informed Marcel about the rogues attacking the land. "The Zeta is no more, Your Alpha," the man said as he stood before the door. "He's dead." It felt like time had stopped and everything around me had taken a pause. My body didn't feel like it was mine anymore. I felt lost. I felt like I was in a strange place. My heart beat heavily in my chest and I could feel and hear it in my head.

He chuckles down the link. I shut it off and connect with Zaire. “Remove the Beta. He is not the male he stated to be. He will not be good for young Alpha Lucas.” “Yes, Alpha.” I slowly step out of the shadows and come face to face with the new young Alpha. He has fear skim his eyes, but he stands up tall in front of me. I nod my head a little and then move on through the shed. “Raphael, take note of all the rogues and pack wolves. This will need a similar clean out that WarriorMind did.”

Everyone looked frightened, some of them exclaimed out of shock. Matt hurriedly asked, "Is he in danger?" Wilbur shook his head and replied, "It's just the Alpha Zombie. He's not in danger yet." Matt and the others relaxed. They thought the Alpha Zombie was too terrifying, and that they could not fight back if they were in the battle. The flying spear from Chester stabbed the Alpha Zombie and resulted in an explosion. The Alpha Zombie staggered backward, and Chester also did a somersault backward to put some distance between them. Then, he pulled out a hexa-silver spear, stopping and staring straight at the zombie.

“I’ve got a plan, let them come first. We’ll prepare for war.” “War?” “Yes.” The door opened and about two rough-looking wolves came into the room and bowed to the alpha. Sean and Jason stood up from the chair they sat on. They were here. “We bring you news alpha?” “Tell me everything you found out. Where are the others?” “They didn’t make it. Zyair. I mean Alpha Zyair got them. And killed them in front of us.” “Alpha Zyair?” “He’s the Alpha of Salmon pack. And has a strong army of wolves.”

"That wasn't so bad, now was it? You three butterflies all okay?" Samson gives me the death glare, then nudges Cara back at me, and I gladly seize her arm. In that same moment, a gargled groan cuts through the early morning from deeper in the woods. We all turn in that direction to find another damn brain muncher hunched over the dead Alpha who attacked Cara, tearing at his intestines. "Eww." Leora looks away and Cara takes her into her arms, protective of her sister, which I can respect. Samson doesn't say a word and heads across the woods to finish the zombie.

The niece he had wanted dead had not only survived but thrived. To his left stood a stranger with an intimidating aura, his face carved from stone, eyes like winter death. "The vampire alpha," Zeta realized, his mind reeling. His hands trembled as the full scope of his situation crashed over him. They were all here. All alive. All wanting nothing but his blood. There was no escape. "We thought you were more than this," Alpha Diva said, his voice dripping with disappointment and menace. "But look at you trembling like a beaten dog."