《Alpha Malik (Published)✔️》Prologue
Advertisement
Disclaimer:
~Personal Disclaimer
-Comment MODS have been selected.
-Banner submissions (limited time):
-One shots or fan fiction may be written on the grounds of my acceptance.
(I think someone wrote a 50 shades of Kaden 😝)
-Not accepting editor applications or coauthor applications
-Open to book reviews
-Spanish translation COMING SOON
-Book plugs, links, or spam in the comment section is strictly prohibited
-Fifth in series. The first, second, third, and fourth in series are available on my profile, or on my Radish profile.
-Enjoy!
💜💜
💜💜
💜💜
10 PM
5 AM
8 PM
5:30 PM
7 PM
9 PM
8 PM
8 PM
12 AM
3 PM
2 PM
Washington, Oregon, California, Nevada5 AM
Montana, Idaho, Colorado, Wyoming, Utah, New Mexico6 AM
Arizona5 AM
Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri, Minnesota , North/South Dakota, Nebraska, Louisiana, Iowa, Wisconsin, Illinois, Kentucky, Mississippi, Arkansas, Alabama7 AM
Florida, Georgia, North/South Carolina, Tennessee, Connecticut, Delaware, Indiana, Maine, Maryland, Michigan, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, West Virginia, Virginia, Ohio, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, Vermont 8 AM
1 PM
2 PM
2 PM
8 AM
5 PM
2 PM
2 PM
7 AM
2 PM
8 AM
3 PM
8 PM
8 AM
2 PM
3 PM
1 PM
3 PM
2 PM
6 AM
1 PM
3 PM
Alaska 4 AM
1 PM
8 AM
2 PM
3 PM
8 AM
3 PM
8 PM
2 PM
3 PM
2 PM
4 PM
1 PM
2 PM
3 PM
3 PM
Noon
~Aria
"You know what you need?" she says pointedly. "Sex."
My head jerks up, my gaze finding my friend who lounges casually on my bed, magazine in hand. Her head is tipped down the side of my bed, blonde hair spilling across my bed sheets.
Alexa. Our parents were friends before we were. Back in preschool, she was super intimidating with all the friends and her own personal sandpit at home. Our friendship was forced upon us, and on the first day of primary school, we realised we needed one another, and haven't left each other's side since.
Advertisement
She still intimidates me though. Not only, in my opinion, is she flawless, but she is so confident and impressive. I was often told I was charismatic and easy to talk to, but she was another story.
Some people knew me as Alexa's friend, since she was my barrier to cling to when it came to meeting the outside world. Although we were stark different in our looks, for the most part, we were known as the two A's, and that was that.
"I don't-"
"Yes you do," she declares. "This magazine says so."
I watch her flip off my bed, bringing half the sheets and my pillow with her. She tosses the magazine at me in a whirlwind of pages and tester perfume. The page she was talking about had a quiz leading to a set of three possible answers.
"If you look here, it says that girls who like books, bake, and won't go out on Friday nights are in desperate need of hot, rough-"
I slam the magazine shut, letting the glossy pages slip from my fingers.
"You're delirious...The world isn't about sex, it's about finding your mate, and falling in-"
"Love," she finishes, cutting me off. We were good at doing that to each other. "Yeah yeah, I get it."
Standing from where I had been kneeling on the floor, trying to wipe away the stain Alexa's wine left, I toss the magazine onto my desk. Why Alexa thought those things worked, I don't know. But they aren't about to tell my future.
"I'm willing to wait for mate, and if that means not going out to get drunk and dry hump strangers, then fine," I snap.
Alexa rolls her eyes at me. She had just put on some relevant song I haven't caught onto yet, and it just adds to the situation. This isn't the first time we have had this conversation. In High School, she would skip class and I would stay home to finish homework. It's how it's always been.
Advertisement
"You're just so...Boring!"
"No," I reprimand, pushing my hair back, straightening my shoulders. "I'm safe, and level headed."
The eye roll again. Alexa stands in front of me, grabbing a hold of my shoulders. The seriousness in her eyes was a little frightening, as she shook me slightly, as if maybe it would get some sense into my head. I believe I'm thinking just fine.
"You need to do something crazy..." she decides, raising her eyebrow in a way that a serial killer might to when you beg for your life.
Suddenly she glances at my desk, where she dumped her backpack the moment she walked in. I watch her rustle in it, bottles of wine and scrumpy she brought with her clinking together.
"You're clearly drunk or something," I mutter, shaking my head at her. "Remember when I let those strangers into my house to stay that time? Then they just disappeared and I was left looking like an idiot?"
That time Alexa tried to convince me that having people to stay in one of the rooms in my house to make extra cash was a good idea, I was proved wrong. It shut her up about things for awhile. Till now...
"Look!" she breathes, thrusting a piece of paper in the air. "You're going to apply for this!"
I take the paper. A picture of the Alpha of Love was printed there, but in black and white. He looked dashingly handsome, despite the ventures everyone knows he commits to...Under it, was printed writing about some kind of competition.
"He's given up on finding his mate, so he is holding a competition to see who will become the next Luna! She could be from any Pack, including this one. She could be you, or me!"
The excitement wasn't passed on. In fact, I screwed my nose up. "No thank you."
"Listen Aria, he's the Alpha. The Alpha!" she exclaims, cheeks bursting with colour. "When do we even get to be in mere feet of him, let alone in his bed?"
"Never," I grumble begrudgingly.
Alexa squealed in a way that hurt my ears. She's had a crush on him before he was even named as Alpha-when she found out he is around our age. I just couldn't believe it...A competition for his love?
"Exactly. If one of us gets in, it means instant wealth and fame...And...And a hot Alpha..."
She kept going. On and on about the man I saw as a leader, rather than a lover. I knew he played around with plenty of girls, and admittedly, I didn't like that. Why would I want to go and fight against girls wanting as much as Alexa, when all I want is to find my mate?
"But what about my mate? That means giving up all hope of finding him," I say, exasperated.
"Too bad, this is an Alpha! I applied yesterday, and you must to!" she insisted, stabbing her finger against the page.
Swallowing, I looked at the small writing. One girl from each Pack will be selected. He really doesn't have a type, as long as she has a vagina, I guess.
"One from each Pack," I echo. "That means we would literally have a one in a million chance of being selected."
"That's my point. The likelihood of you being selected is so low, we would actually have a summer in this Pack," Alexa says, so excited she was basically quivering.
I sigh, glancing out my bedroom window. Snow fell peacefully, coating the streets with the perpetual winter we lived in. Summer would never come...And I would never be picked for something like this.
"If I do it, will you shut your mouth?" I question.
Alexa claps happily. "A million times yes!"
"Fine," I say airily. "I'll do it."
💙••💙
Packs are based off of traits and practices in society. For example, the Love Pack presses the belief of mates. The Purity Pack presses religion. The Discipline Pack enforce rules and so forth.
There are Thirteen Packs within what is called the Pack Quarter. These include:
Power Pack
Wisdom Pack
Loyalty Pack
Love Pack
Freedom Pack
Desire Pack
Purity Pack
Advertisement
- In Serial1063 Chapters
Edge Cases (Book 1 Complete!)
Rare classes and powerful skills are helpful. Too bad the system doesn't seem built to handle them. What even are all these errors? Our team of outcasts and adventurers will have to rely on their trust - and the bane of all stories, healthy communication - just to survive, let alone understand what the system is doing. Because they're quickly realizing that it's doing something; to people, to monsters, and maybe even to the gods themselves. And their goal isn't just to survive; it's to make things better. It's a good thing they're not doing it alone. --- Edge Cases is an attempt to take the LitRPG genre and the overpowered MCs trope and write a story where numbers aren't everything. Sometimes it takes trust, support, and just a touch of being very, very clever. Expect a mix of action, slice-of-life, friendship, and ominous worldbuilding. Updates M-W-F at 6pm EST. Cover art by Alovck of Artstation, and typesetting by jessessey right here on RoyalRoad.
8 278 - In Serial106 Chapters
Dungeon Core Chat Room.
This is a slower-paced "experiment and dungeon building" web novel that tries to use the idea of peer-to-peer communication with Dungeon Cores instead of Dungeon to slave monster communication to break up the detailed dungeon building. Rank 1 description: (minimum met for system initialization...detailed description as follows) Each race was given a system by the gods to make up for their shortcomings and balance their place in this world. Humans: Abysmally bad at understanding and using magic unable to use more than the lowest of magic were given the "Skill System" magic in the form of premade skills with use, study, and mastery tied to experience. Elves: Intuitively understand magic and have long lives leading to vast knowledge and skill in their chosen fields. However, as a species, they have nearly zero sex drive and less than low fertility, so they were gifted the "World Tree System" with experience gained through the care of natural areas – gifting the chance of children to increase their numbers without dirty copulation. All “natural” or “wild” monsters are given an "Evolution system" designed around killing and consuming as many creatures as possible, slowly increasing strength and, at thresholds, allowing mutations to alter them multiple times. Dungeon cores are different. Unlike humans, they can see, manipulate and live off mana. Unlike Elves, they naturally crystallize after extended periods of time in high mana level areas. However, they cannot easily move or communicate and typically go insane without companionship. As a species other than the odd eccentric they are unimaginative. Brute forcing solutions without the drive to truly innovate. Thus they have been gifted with the "Dungeon Connection System" a magical version of the internet accessible by their peers that allows them to barter and sell: bait, traps, monsters, and knowledge, as well as entertain each other with “adventure streams” using exciting recorded battles and humorous reels of arrogant chumps biting off more than they can chew to often fatal effects. This is the casual story of a dungeon unluckily spawned far from potential adventurers forced to innovate beyond its peers to find its place in this world. Rank 2 Description: Justification. I've been on a dungeon core kick for months and while I love the genre – it's sparse with entries. Often the forced conflict gets repetitive and frantic solving of threats "power levels" the protagonist to god levels to progress the plot – taking away the nice steady progression fantasy I'm looking for. (Progression in this story is linked to how strong of monsters/traps/whatever he can create not his "level"...this is demonstrated by some of his newer monsters beating his older monsters not with discrete "this monster has 10 attack this one has 40") Additionally, the focus on 3rd parties with their drama takes away from the reason I’m reading dungeon core novels in the first place – I'm looking for magical crafting, experimentation and kingdom building – not defence from higher and higher levelled enemies looking to steal/destroy/control the MC. This novel is kind of just me writing the story I wish I could read. I like thinking about the experimentation that can be done in fantasy settings using 'mana' as an excuse to make up rules and try to keep them internally consistent. IE once I define how a rule works, I'm going to commit to keeping it – no breaking hard truths I've given when it's convenient, even if it backs me into a corner. Hopefully, that should make the story interesting to read even if it's SOL and less action-oriented. There will be problems to solve and a clear progression in strength (of created monsters and knowledge) however due to not wanting to force conflict for the sake of conflict the general theme will be closer to slice of life with few action sequences and no overarching goal so please keep that in mind when picking this up as the genre is not for everyone. Finally, I have a clear goal of what I want from this story (not an endless romp but a series of arcs and then a conclusion that's a couple of dozen medium-sized chapters long) I want to commit to finishing it or at least bringing it to a point of rest. I hate all the engaging stories that stop with a “hiatus” indefinitely so in the event I lose motivation I'll work to end this even if the ending becomes rushed/unsatisfying just to give a sense of closure. I’m planning on including several polls in terms of direction and taking feedback heavily into account if I get enough readers (but may choose to ignore it if it deviates too far from the direction I want to take this as in feedback like: “The MC needs a cartoonishly evil arch-enemy that wants to enslave him and force the mc to pump out magic items” or “the MC needs to make a body and learn teleportation then live with humans” will get shot down without consideration.)
8 270 - In Serial21 Chapters
Exitium (dropped)
Year 2232 World destruction is imminent. All nation leaders and renowned scientists gather at the UN for a secret meeting, called by a doctor, declaring to have a way to perpetuate humanity... but on another planet, a very hostile one. Planet Exitium, the closest habitable planet, filled with deadly fauna and flora. This is the story about the people sent there- children, to be honest. Children with no idea where they are, what had happened to them, and what would be of their life. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first story ever, and I hope you all like it, I'm sorry for the horrible piece of art that is the cover, I did it myself, and have absolutely no skills in photoshop, and I'll change it later. And yes, the MC's get some pretty OP skills and weapons.... At least until they find the enemy...
8 207 - In Serial12 Chapters
Dearest O'Malley
This story tells about a car's life and the way he lived in 1967. His name is O'Malley Malibu and he is a 1967 Chevrolet Malibu with a straigh six engine. He grew up with a two door Lincoln and a Chevrolet Impala and did everything with them together. Later on into the story, O'Malley is sitting up for sale in a yard of a little old lady who's husband was mean to him for a little while. He meets his new owner Gladys Kennedy who takes care of him well. She takes O'Malley to work with her and to church. But one day, a bully picks on a car for a parking space and when the bully tries to pick on O'Malley, he learns his lesson of what happens when he messes with a Chevy Malibu raised in Texas. Soon after Gladys gets too old to take care of O'Malley, she gives him to Randy and Jan, the next owners. They have O'Malley as the only car they have to drive until he met Susie, a Mercury Grand Marquis and a blue van. Then comes along Erik and Nathan, the two additions that he meets. O'Malley plays and makes Nathan smile by the time he reaches 2 years old. Leading Nathan up the road to learning, O'Malley guides his new master through a home schooling system to keep him on track. As many years went by, O'Malley soon is passed on to Nathan's care and being a planned college subject of a college sememster work of having his transmission redone. When Nathan meets his new girlfriend, Natalie, O'Malley grows a liking on her just as she is showing her photos of O'Malley that she captured on camera in 2014 and 2015. He soon finds answers for all the questions he had been always asking from finding out what happened to Impa to discovering the location of where Gonzo was to opening up to a friend back that seemed to be next to him all these years. O'Malley and his friends make videos for the internet from a pickle and white flour bath to the Elvis impersonations to honor the Elvis Presley feastival for all Elvis fans around the world. The three friends have a lot of fun together including pranking each other for kicks and laughs. Ticking back in time, O'Malley tells the audiences the memories he had back to his younger days when he and his cousins would prank each other and laugh at it now as he remembers it then. From the happy to sad stories that he experiences throughout the novel. People stop and stare at the beauty of O'Malley's sleek body all over town including taking pictures of him without his knowing. The story has yet to unwrap the secrets inside of O'Malley outside the car shows. There are hints of originality, heart, tranquility, untapped potential, undisturbed sensational zen, and undiscovered twerks that make him so amazing that people don't see nor don't pay attention to like they do in the show. O'Malley has a smooth, witty, sweet and relaxed personality. O'Malley travels down the road of memorable experiences from being in a sample teaser trailer of a movie to meeting a new love to finding another of his old friend from the 70s to meeting a life coach that would be his biggest inspiration. This is a novel that needs to be discovered for all eyes alike.
8 129 - In Serial19 Chapters
Wednesday x Enid {Wenclair}
Based on the trailers
8 410 - In Serial89 Chapters
Ninjago: the Daughter of the Overlord
Aria Lord is the daughter of the Overlord. She lives her life like any other citizen of Ninjago, except for being the princess of darkness. After the defeat of her father she vowed to avenge him and take over Ninjago in his place. She started teaming up with other villains, but she didn't account for getting caught. She also didn't account for falling in love with the enemy.
8 285
Prev Chap
Next Chap
Chap List
Boy
Girl
