Zulu Alpha Novels & Stories

It was Alpha, and boy, did it smell really amazing, like home. Allen shook her head as she tried to concentrate on Ohm's scent, which was barely there, and before she could get it, she was tackled on the ground and was now laying on her back with another wolf pinning her down. The wolf was huge, and it smelled like the same alpha she had been smelling before. The wolf's fur was black with a reddish tint, and his eyes were gold. He was gorgeous, and Allen had never seen a wolf like that before. When Allen looked up, she saw the Alpha growling at Allen and showing his canine teeth. Allen whimpered and closed her eyes. She knew this was a bad idea. She should not have run after Ohm, but of cour

If we do not choose a supreme Alpha, gradually our territories will be penetrated and taken away from us. A ruckus broke in the room as everyone started talking and throwing shades at each other. Everyone was talking except Aaron. He quietly watched all of them talk like barbarians. These were Alphas of big werewolves pack and they could not have a civilized conversation for just thirty minutes without having to argue. He checked the Rolex wristwatch on his wrist and saw that he didn't have much time to spend here. If not, he'd keep on watching them till they start to physically attack each other.

The pressure of perfection was on me but I knew better than to let that get the best of me. “Zulu, you mentioned that you have had someone watch the alpha. I believe you know that means you put in a spy. A spy is a spy because of his purpose and not his descent. I think you know that already.” I took her another step, then another and soon, I was close to him. Close enough to stare into his eyes. “Tell us, Zulu. How does your spy watch the alpha?” He held my gaze, his breathing uneasy but he tried to stay calm enough to think before he talked.

But Anna is his replica, with the same piercing shade of eyes. “Dad…” I swallow, feeling a pinch in my chest. “I…” “You what? You ruined things, right?” “I was at the pack house yesterday,” I mutter, hating the way he glares at me, like I am worth nothing. Like I can do nothing. “And I found the Alpha of the Blood Ridge Pack.” “Please tell me you put a knife to his gut.” I bite my lips, taking a slow step back. My eyes fall to the ground, just as I shake my head slowly.

It almost seemed like they didn’t send a letter to the infirmary of our pack in general, but to Lera specifically. “Is this how you treat guests?”, A middle aged man came regally waltzing to us, the lines beside his eyes betraying his identity. He was one of the top alphas in the werewolf world, Alpha Zorell. I knew more than enough about him, almost every werewolf knew a little about him, he was a household name, the man that had stopped the Great War ten years ago.

Before JP could say anything, Luka was in front of them. ‘Alpha.’ JP said. ‘I see you have not found her.’ JP nodded and Luka growled lowly but with menace. ‘Get me something that has her scent.’ He asked, “He wants something with her scent.” JP told alpha Zane who was standing there uncomfortably. “I will arrange something.” He answered as he mind link his head warrior to bring something that had Zoe’s scent and told him to hurry before the devil alpha goes on a killing spree.

Going back to the Moomicrant to overthrow Luther would be a grueling adventure. I smirked. I engraved a big circle on the rock surface and drew the emblem of the four Alpha’s connected to Luther, their packs and their pathetic names. Only if they knew what would befall them, they’d have begged the moon goddess to take their life. “Zapp…zapp!” Rash sound of metal against the rock “I don’t dine with weaklings. Benedict said “Alpha Barvel of the sliver moon pack, Alpha Cora kurta of the Moon-kurta pack, Alpha Zora of the blood… moon…pack. This! ... Is not for you” Drawls angrily

Only the Alpha, Priest, and GrandLuna can see the mark with the usage of their magic power Zeta: The war general. Takes direct orders from the Alpha in case of a war. Responsible for training and recruiting new warriors and also chooses the Pack’s Assassins. Assassins: Spies for the Alpha, Beta, and Zeta. They swore their life and pledged their loyalty to them. Responsible for carrying out secret missions for the Alpha and killing any rogues waging war. They take orders from the Alpha and Beta through Zeta. Betraying the Alpha is treason, and the penalty is death.

The Z clan known as the Scanvengers were known for their ruthlessness though it didn't match that of their Alpha King, Alpha Ryker. Another name used by the Z clan was, the Rippers. They were the clan that had the most ferocious wolves that saw nothing but blood. They were always tasked with the job to kill any time there was going to be a massive death. This meant that for Alpha Ryker to order their appearance, no human was going to be left alive tonight. The humans were going to a taste of what it meant to experience hell on Earth. Beta Alvan thought with a shake of his head as he left the Alpha's side to summon the Z clan.

Kiran said and Malachi chuckled. We went down to the basement and the men made a circle around me. In a corner stood Marcus next to a table with his equipment already unpacked. A shiver went down my spine at the thought of shifting into a wolf in a few hours. “Levi Sinclair, step forth and be presented,” Richard said. I took a step forward and Kiran moved with me, taking a step forward out of the circle of men. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack present your future Alpha Zeta, Levi Sinclair, to receive his mark and emerge as a man.” There were nine loud claps in unison.