Albert Atreides Novels & Stories

Even after she fell in love with a Solarian prince, he remained loyal. But his more recent actions have shown that maybe something has corrupted his soul between the last time she saw him and now. First, he kidnapped me, keeping me from saving my mate. Then, he took Ona’s heir as his mate. And now this. All the evidence points to Atremi playing both sides, possibly even pitting the Majere siblings against one another as he works his own agenda. If we all kill one another, after all, it leaves an empty Terran throne, waiting to be claimed. Whether he wants to be king, or simply a kingmaker.

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

Writer’s POV For the next few minutes, Albert just sat there, his eyes glued on the bottle in front of him. If he had known she was going to spew the words he wanted to hear during the day in her drunken state, he wouldn't have bothered trailing after her, damning the consequence. At the moment, the only thing that was ringing in his head was how he would be able to separate her from Alpha Baron. Just as Alpha Baron wanted her for himself for the powers that she possessed, Albert wanted her too. Not only because of her powers but because he would be able to access the throne he had been fantasizing about through her.

It wasn’t normal one bit. "What is it about you that makes me want to be by your side at every moment?" He whispered to himself. A knock sounded at the door and he slowly turned towards it. "Who is it?" He managed. He could always tell who was at the door from the scent but he was too distracted by thoughts of Kyra. "It’s Abraham, alpha," came the response. "Come in,’ Alpha Anton said quietly.

He had the most captivating eyes. I knew that face. Everyone in the Northern territories knew that face. Kael Draven. Heir to the Draven bloodline. Son of the Alpha king himself. And apparently, my mate. “No,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “This can’t be possible.” His words demoralized me. He was going to reject me. And I knew the excruciating pain that a rejection brought. Of course, it was not possible. I was a nobody. Less than a nobody. A condemned witch who would be dead by sunrise, while he was….

He’s nothing more than a leash, dragging me toward the inevitable. Toward him. The double doors ahead are massive, carved with ancient symbols. The insignia of the Alpha King. Of Alderon. My stomach twists as Caleb reaches for the handle. “Wait.” My voice is hoarse. “Tell me if Derek’s alive.” Caleb stills. For the first time, his expression flickers with something—hesitation? Guilt? But he doesn’t answer. The doors swing open. And Alderon is waiting. He stands by the fireplace, his broad frame bathed in golden light. His coat is gone, leaving only his black shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearm . The picture of a man who has taken, conquered, and never lost.

—a tour of the human condition that would determine the future of the galactic covenant. The Engineering of the Experience The Architects arrived at the Atuabo Hub in twelve humanoid forms. They were tall, pale, and possessed eyes that seemed to contain the birth and death of galaxies, yet they moved with the awkwardness of toddlers learning to walk. Their leader, a man who took the name Alpha, stood before Sarah on the observation deck. He was dressed in a simple linen robe, his bare feet pressing against the Living Glass floor with a sense of profound, terrifying novelty.

The only survivors were those who fled into the caves. Nobody saw Duane, the Alpha’s eight year old first son, some said he drowned in the sacred fountain, others said he was eaten by wild animals. Enraged and grief stricken, the Alpha and the rest of his battle weary men attacked the pack and killed everyone, his blind rage cost him most of his men and left him Paraplegic, but he came back victorious, with the head of Behemoth, the Alpha of the Sharp Talons pack. Still determined to strengthen what was left of his pack, he declared that every pack member learns how to fight and defend the city against any foe.

Gamma Albert rubbed his temple hard and I watched him try to suppress his anger. "Sometime ago, alpha Zion stated it that he doesn't want to be part of the plan, so in turn the royal blood kept sending spies to Donia kingdom just to paint alpha Zion as the enemy. My alpha has given up on wanting the throne even after the war.” He walked around the desk. "So the note Kelvin gave me earlier it had something to do with what you just said.." I asked and Albert nodded positively. "He stated that the alpha would pay for letting him down." He replied.

’ He shook the though off his mind and genuflected before Hadrian. ‘Then I, Albert, Archduke of Austria, will accompany His Imperial Majesty in battle.’ Albert declared. The archduke's move surprised Hadrian, and with that there was no doubt left in his mind, his cousin is willing to go to great lengths to help him whatever his endeavor is. There is no question about Albert’s loyalty anymore, the action alone spoke for him. And before Hadrian could say anything about it, Albert raised his head to look at him. ‘And I will not let you say no, Your Majesty.’ Albert said and Hadrian chuckled. Albert is still the same as he knew it. Hadrian held out his hand to his cousin and helped him to his fe