Albert Atreides Novels & Stories

“No. I let you go.” Silence. Diego’s hands clenched. “What’s your game? And who are you?” The sorcerer turned toward him, those dark eyes gleaming. “My name is Saren Valis, and this is no game, Alpha.” The title dripped with meaning, with something too knowing. “You must know…” he continued, turning back to the rebel leader. “That Bor Khulan is watching. That the rebellion is already shifting. And that your ‘mission’ will determine where the tides fall.”

" With that, he laughed while Alberto was already bleeding heavily as his arms and legs got serious injuries and he was bleeding profoundly but he knew one thing that he can't die. He left his little child back at home who got no one except for him. In fact, once upon a time, Alberto thought to leave his throne for Aurora as he was the only one left in her life and his life was dangerous so he didn't want to die and make Aurora an orphan. But thinking of all the Rogues, he couldn't neglect his throne which he got for himself, which he got on the verge of blood and tears. Seeing the knife coming towards his face, Alberto didn't think for a second before holding Robert's hand and pushing it ba

He could never disobey him. What was dangerous as well was meeting His Majesty's younger brothers named Crown Prince Alucard, Prince Alistair and Prince Alejandro, who were known as the Twin Garnets, playing cupids to every werewolf here, and lastly, Prince Atticus. His Majesty's brothers were not on par with him because Alpha King Azarius was the smartest, sharp, sage, and could be a tyrant and cruel one if he wanted to. "Mama? Papa?" Desmond and I turned our heads when Sander entered Desmond's study room. Although I did not wish to come here to this room because it reminded me of the past, I still had to come here for some important talks.

In the midst of the aridity, an artificial oasis worth trillions of dollars stands proudly - the Obsidian Sand Palace, the headquarters of the largest oil conglomerate in the eastern hemisphere and also the most powerful Alpha clan in the Arab region, Emir Jahil Al-Fasid. Jahil is not like the late Zalim Al-Khabith who was stupidly arrogant. He is a genius tyrant, a slippery, elegant, and very calculating master of global commodity markets. He sat on his marble throne, sipping high-quality Arabica coffee while listening to the report from his advisor.

Perhaps they already knew about Pamela’s predicament. “Albert, what do you know about that piece of shit?” Hana asked. “He’s Kyou Miyazaki. A low-level errand boy for Azer, his sire. He’s only in the Order because of his gifts. First, he can boil blood to the point of causing combustion soo…” Albert started to explain. His suggestion, likely to drug Miyazaki, wasn’t even finished when I heard Miyazaki yell in pain as Sarael stuck a needle in his neck.

Alfredo Monteverde, he abducted its service after the grand party held at Caleb's mansion. The cousins are so powerful that it makes Mr. Alfredo down to his agony; after seeing his only Daughter Keesha Monteverde with Jostein De Vere at his place. Alberto Martinez is a Spanish-Filipino butler of Mr. Alfredo. His mission is to spy inside the company. Save and expose the secrets of the silver void organization ruled by Jostein and Caleb. However, when doing his research and spying from them. Alberto slowly discovers the dark secrets of the place where he meets Caleb Rothschild. Little by little falling in love with him.

And Tyler Vorthrane was about to answer with deception, blood, and a cage only an alpha could command. The game had shifted. And there would be no spectators left by the time it ended.

This was the first time I have ever heard him show his emotions for once, not even when the doctor said my mum had two years to live. He used to be usually strong not letting anyone know how he felt but right now he wasn’t even concerned about his image or pride. The future Alpha was in great danger so everyone was affected. “The only way we can save him is to find the culprit who poisoned him.” The doctor said, “Ace was poison with a kind of poison that comes together with the antidotes. That kind of poison is very rare, whoever poisoned him must have the antidotes.” The doctor explained. Now the question was who poisoned him.

" Tides will turn, enemies will become your allies and your allies will become your worst enemies! Gods will become monsters and evil shall stain your peaceful world. And finally when everything has turned to its worst....you, Drom Valienta. The 34th King of the Independent States, Will die at the hands of the one you cherish most. And he will feel no remorse, neither will I. This is the message passed on to me by the Elder brother God Arekin... The staircase descent was swift, with occasional misplacement of feet causing some staggers, but they managed to reach the throne hall unscathed. Alvatrone stood near the capacious banquet table. He paced from left to right, flaunting his purple cape

The moment he tore my clothes and forcefully entered me, he knew, I knew, that the last strings of love that tied me to him snapped into two. “Do you think she’s dead” A voice seeped into my distorted ears. A foot jabbed my stomach twice, “I think not. She’s just… sated” laughter laced his tone at the last word, followed by the ones of his cohorts. “You did well” Another spoke, this time, papery and shaky, somewhat old. The alpha’s mother- a vile woman. “you think she is with child now?” odetta asked. “give it time. Right now, the seed inside her is weaving a baby in her . It won’t be long before she is confirmed with a child. and an heir to the throne.” She chuckled.