Albion's Seed Novels & Stories

"We can rebuild it, Nevan. Not as a fortress. As a home. We have the land. We have the peace. And we have each other." "And the 'final design' Julian mentioned?" Nevan asked. I pulled a small, silver locket from the bottom of the chest. It didn't have data. It had a packet of seeds—seeds that had been genetically stabilized by Julian to grow in the scorched earth of the grove. They were a variant of the wild violet, but they were hardy, vibrant, and entirely natural. "He left us the garden," I said, smiling through the tears. Six months later.

Elara sprawled on the dust-sheeted sofa. "Casbian's moving. Three packs. Blackpine, Greyscar, Stonehold. He's marching on the human border at dawn." "He's still following Marcus's plan," Kael said. "Even with Marcus in chains, the wheels are turning." "Then we stop the wheels." I stood. "The Blood Oath. We activate it at the border. Cut off the Alphas. The packs scatter." Elara looked at me. Then at Kael. "She's terrifying. I like her."

"The fire and the light have merged in this water. The Glades are gone, but they have left us a gift." I looked at the water. Floating on the surface were thousands of small, glowing seeds. They looked like pearls of liquid gold. "The Seeds of the First Alpha," Elder whispered. "They only bloom in the presence of the Hallowed Trinity. If we can get these to the Silver Mines, we can wake every sleeper in the North. We can create an army of Hallowed warriors." "Then we move," I said, standing up and pulling Kaelen with me. He was weak, but he stood, his hand gripping mine.

He knew about her moving on with her life but he just wanted to be the one she moved on with. "But haven't gotten a gist of it?" He said, putting out a hard smile," There is a wolf guy out there killing people and I have to make sure you are safe back home," Amelia's huge eyeballs rolled at his statement… "Thankfully, he only kills men. I think I'm good to go," She smiled as she walked out of the house. Just as Alex closes the door and her feet step on the top of the stairs, a huge wave of dizziness enclaves her. With a deep sigh, she strode down the brownstone, gasping at the frigid air, as her breath made a stream of clouds in front of her.

Drax reached out and placed his hand over Ashren’s. "But the First Kings did not leave us a graveyard," Drax continued, tears shining openly in his eyes. "They left us a garden. And they left us the Alpha to keep it warm." Ashren opened the wooden box. Resting on a bed of crushed velvet was a single, massive seed. It was the size of my fist, dark and polished, thrumming with the ancient, dormant life of the old world. It was the seed of the Sun Tree, the massive canopy species that had once covered the entire continent before the War of the Void.

“I have dreamed of this moment for years, Declan. I never knew what the seed was, or what it would become. Only that when the time came, you would be the one to carry it.” Declan lifted the lid slowly. Inside, nestled within living tendrils of vine, lay a seed. Smooth, amber-hued, threaded with veins of silver-green that pulsed faintly like a slumbering heartbeat. A beginning. And an ending. “Protect it with your life,” Alaric said. “Its purpose will reveal itself when the world opens before you.” Declan closed the box, feeling its warmth burn through his chest. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“I’m looking for the family of the Sage of the Crystal..The ones who hold the deeper knowledge about it.” She tilted her head slightly, like she was trying to pretend not to know anything. “Ah….the sage of the crystal.” After what felt like ten seconds of thinking of what to say, she looked at me. “Your wife must be struggling with the crystal, then. Or should I say your mate? Though… can I even call her your wife, considering the bonding ritual failed? No offense, Alpha, but word travels fast in our world.” Alaric shot me a quick, uncomfortable glance, but I only smiled.

He had sent out his saints to track down Albert who was at that time, a day’s journey away from the new capital of the regime in District Dark, Sal's village. Alicia on the other hand was hours away from entering the Forgotten Temples of South Angus for the first time in her life, ready to uncover the secrets of the spiritual realm. Everything seemed to be strategically falling into place. All was going according to plan, according to Alvatrone’s plan, the administrative head. But like all his plans there were always anomalies unaccounted for that usually popped up and messed everything up.

"And me!" The moment my words fell, Peter strode up, looking determinedly at Sebastian, who I held on the cross. "As the Alpha of The Red Flame Pack, alongside Harrison, I officially declare war against The Blue Blood Pack!" "What a ridiculous declaration." Even though I had a tight grip on his neck, Sebastian still bore a mocking smile on his face. His voice, hoarse and intermittent due to suffocation, even carried a sarcastic tone. "Do you want a war? But you can't even find our existence, how laughable..."

The Sun God who gave him the seed of the Crystal Tree Garden? “ALL HAIL THE SUN GOD!” Everyone immediately lined up behind Alban and kowtowed. “ALL HAIL THE SUN GOD!” Their screams invited hundreds of other residents and even woke up the big man that Liam had dragged here. “WORSHIP THE SUN GOD!” Liam narrowed his eyes. “How… did it become like this?” he muttered. He tried to guess what had actually happened after he left the philosopher's stone with Alban, that they now worshipped him as the Sun God.