Xenoblade Alvis Novels & Stories

The faint blue glow beneath his skin had faded to a soft pulse — calm, steady, but unnervingly alive. “What do you mean, quiet?” she asked. Adrian didn’t look up. “After the Spire collapsed, the Erevos network fractured. Most drones fell offline, communications cut… but Roth isn’t gone. He’s rebuilding.” He adjusted the receiver, and a sharp burst of static filled the tunnel. Then, through the noise, a voice whispered—thin, mechanical, and terrifyingly familiar. > “Subject AL-01 located. Directive: recover.” Lena froze. “That’s—”

Her cheeks are still wet from tears that have made a path through the dirt caked on her face. "I will gladly help the young Boquiv, if she permits it." The Drulian speaks softly, not moving an inch. "Who is she," Evyn groans as he straightens, wincing. As he takes in her image, a tension builds in his expression, "Drulian." "Wait, Boquiv?" Eliana looks at Alma who carefully stares at the ground, her eyes half closed, "Are you a werebird?" She softly nods. Eliana is only able to notice after a moment that Alma's thin hair whisps in the wind, the texture the same as feathers. With every few sways, she can even see an occasional, decorative feather blending in with her locks.

Meaning that it was not a normal werewolf. “These were found beside the eye. I had to hide them as well, and I know for a fact that this was not a wolf or a werewolf had done it. Hence the assumption that it was a Lycan.” Alvize frowned as he shook his head, staring at the picture before putting him down on the table. He looked at me and I shook my head in question. “I am choosing to be honest with you. And if I am choosing to work with you against my station and against what I swore in my oath and my position? Then I do expect you to be honest with me. Do you know who these claws might belong to?”

EVANDER POV Rolling down the windows of my gray Nissan Titan, I smell the fresh air of the pack that I’ll be the Alpha of. It feels good to be back on Moon Valley pack soil. I switched seats with Alonso a few miles back so that he could be the one to greet the warriors at the gate so no one would see me in the back. My scent is all over the car but hopefully, all our scents mix so it won’t be as strong. We don’t want anyone suspecting that I am back.

CHAPTER 49 *WARNING – THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER HAVE SOME VIOLENT AND SENSITIVE CONTENT AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR SENSITIVE, AND UNDER THE AGE OF 18 YEARS READERS. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED GABRIEL Alex, Neo, and I split up as we reached the house. We went hunting for our targets whose uniforms we could take. When I caught sight of mine, I moved in silence and only when I stood close behind him did I speak in a whispered voice, “Hello there, your shift ends now, time for you to take a nap” I put my hands around his neck and pressed the pressure points till he was unconscious. I quickly stripped him of his uniform and put it on. I dragged his limp body and placed him out of sight. Our men were

The border guards recognized him even in wolf form and respectfully stepped aside. "Alpha Blackwood," the lead investigator said with a bow. "We didn't expect you to come personally. We were going to send a full report—" Kieran shifted back to human form, ignoring his nakedness. Someone quickly brought him a spare set of clothes from one of the vehicles. "Show me," he commanded. The investigator hesitated. "Alpha, the body is... the injuries are quite severe. Perhaps it would be better—" "Show. Me." He thought that if I lay beneath that white sheet, he would follow me in death. He had saved me so many times—this time, whether in heaven or hell, he would definitely bring me back.

freedom, control, and power. “Car’s ready,” one of his boys says. Xavier nods once, and then enters the car. The driver drives off, but when he gets to a particular junction, Xavier asks him to stop. “Is everything okay?” The driver asks. Xavier nods once, but his eyes are already scanning the road…. waiting and calculating. Because he knows Albert’s routine now. He knows his timing, he knows his route. And right on cue, a sleek black Lamborghini appears at the far end of the road….fast, smooth and effortless.

Then, the ground began to vibrate. A roar like a mechanical beast echoed off the alley walls. A matte-black Lamborghini—a limited-edition "Shadow-Runner" used only by High Alphas—screeched to a halt behind the BMW. "Whose beast is that?" Jason gasped, his eyes widening. Madison craned her neck, her greed palpable. In the Citadel, a car like that was a symbol of absolute power. The driver stepped out, ignored the BMW entirely, and walked straight to Logan.

Dante tackled me to the ground. From the rooftops across the street, a figure stepped into the light of a burning oil drum. It was Kaelen Voss. He was dressed in a scavenged Alpha-uniform, his emerald eyes burning with a localized, artificial frequency. He was holding a Long-Range "Null-Rifle."

“And David, why do you have to believe Arga's words? You—!” A narrow-eyed old man suddenly laughed. “Forgive him, Al.” Mr. Alvaro snorted. “He really is your son, Mark.” Mr. Alvaro signaled me to follow him, and warned Justin to stay here. “Is everyone here a wolf-shifter, sir?” I asked curiously. Mr. Alvaro glanced at me. “Just call me Uncle. Yes, they are all wolf-shifters.” “Er, okay, Uncle.” Mr., no, Uncle Alvaro smiled. “How lucky Aryadi is to have a granddaughter like you.”