Albert Atreides Novels & Stories

I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father. Valerian wore a long black jacket over a waistcoat that was buttoned down. A black long-sleeved shirt underneath hugged his skin. Unlike the other black parts of the jacket, the top collar, the lapels, his cuffs, the buttons, and the center fronts of the coat were striking gold. His long black hair fell graciously on his shoulders. “Who’s that?” I asked pointing at a man that walked beside my father as he approached us. “Oh, that’s King Iyrick of Meldonis. This year’s ball will be hosted in his palace. I’m guessing he came to personally escort us to his kingdom.” Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man.

It was the ancestral horn a horn blown only when a direct blood claimant demanded entry to the sovereign court. The sanctuary doors were already packed with Northern warriors and Southern elders when Kaelen and I reached the gallery overlooking the main floor. At the altar, my uncle stood with his hands tucked into his velvet sleeves, a triumphant smile breaking through his wrinkled face. But he wasn't alone. Standing beside him was a man I had never seen before, though his features were an exact copy of the portraits hanging in the ancestral gallery. He was young, his hair the deep charcoal black of the original Crescent Alphas, his eyes a sharp, predatory gold that vibrated with a massive,

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Playing with each other with Eliana rushing after them, going to the Smiling happily, we were at the playground, loving the sight of my family until Albert came. “Brother! You are late! You missed the performance!” “Oh, I am so sorry, I had work, I- Ha! I didn’t, I saw from afar, I made the video too!” He laughed. “Yay!!” After going through endless doctors, treatments and all possible medical procedures… After ten years, Albert woke up miraculously. Yes, he woke up four years ago. And now looks devilishly handsome, taking up the position of the Alpha of the Crimson Soul in his father’s stead.

Alpha Zion said, his voice was unclear as he was ashamed of himself for begging the little alpha when he had been an alpha for over decades. Then upon hearing his pleads, he released him, and alpha Zion adjusted his cloth well. “Firstly, I am not aware that he will be here today." Alberto began, as his eyes wandering from one man to another. “And since he is here today, let's make today be his death day." He added, making others looked at one another with their faces full of curiosity and surprise.

Jace straightened, and when he spoke again, his voice rang out over the entire gathering — louder than the bell, colder than the moonlight, and final. "I, Alpha Jace of the Makasi Moon Pack, refuse to let this fat thing be my Luna."

And I know who that is. For the first time in all fucking time I see some hope and I release all the air I was holding to give him a cold, hard look. -Speaks. -It's the Harrison Tucson warehouse. -Just hearing his name a bad feeling settles in me, and I fight internally to keep the demons of the past bound.- The boy with the knife is called Albert and I know exactly where your girl is. I worked there long before I was on this site, I know all its secrets. - He smiles cynically and I am surprised and glad that he can provide information. - But you should know that it is a trap.

“I speak as if she will be. And I don’t make promises I can’t keep, and I am glad that the two of us managed to stand in a ground where we can truly and fully agree on.” As I left the hall, my thoughts were already elsewhere, threads tightening, pieces sliding into place. A missing rogue. An Alpha willing to sell his own blood. And a man who would burn the world before letting her fall. And an enemy who just so happened to be attached to that little wrench. Perfect. The game was finally becoming interesting.

Hanzo mirror Jewel pendant from his hand band and threw it down in sand also with one hard smash Draco crushed mirror jewel under his feet A small beam of white light was flashed before entire mirror jewel pendant turned into shade of pitch black… “Now… you are free to live your life” Draco further added hearing which Tara lifted her head up… Albert was from Zaamician tribe where every servant is sent with their Madame under bondage of a ‘Mirror Jewel’, when Albert was sent out with Elena’s Black blood ghost he was also bonded with ‘Mirror Jewel’ which Mr. Hanzo used to use to keep Albert in his command … however when Mr. Hanzo was killed by Elena’s Black blood ghost, Albert handed ‘Mirror J

Beta Dara asked Atalanta. Atalanta shook her head, “no, I am part of the Luna program.” She practically whispered. “The Luna program,” Alpha Albert repeated with a tone of disbelief. I had to hold back a growl at the rude remark. “Yes, Alpha Albert.” She softly spoke. Beta Dara smiled at Suzie, “let’s get you all settled in. There are many people who are dying to hear all about your adventures at Ardale.” I was grateful Beta Dara tried to change the subject, but unfortunately, Alpha Albert’s oldest son, Alpha heir Duke, showed up. He looked just like his dad. The same arrogance in his eyes and the same stupid smirk.