Albion's Seed Novels & Stories

News like that would have spread all over the word, especially if everyone carried a phone. “Well excuse me for being surprised at seeing it with my own eyes,” she said with a huff. “Where are you two from, anyway?” he asked. “Albion,” I blurted. He slowed the cab and stared at me through the rearview mirror, his blue eyes hard. Albion was to supernaturals as Atlantis was to humans. They knew it existed, but no one could locate the small country. According to the history books, four Gaulish warriors left Britain during the Roman occupation, fought the Norse god of the sea, and stole his island.

Camilla’s jaw was tight when she replied. “That was the first response. As you know, tradition is very important to the royal family. Tradition states that the selection is final. Based on the information submitted to the government by your school and the information they have, you are the final and only marriage partner for Prince Sebastian. Fortunately same sex marriages are already legal here in Albion so there’s no need to change any legislation.” Edward was disappointed by the answer, yet he wasn’t surprised. Tradition did tend to be absolute in Albion. The fact that they still had a royal family was testament to that.

Sloane Moon is a woman with a checkered past, she is fated to be the ‘Moonseed’ of the pack but cursed to never be able to shift, she is criticised her entire life. When the boy she loved double crosses her and gets engaged to her best friend, she is devastated and broken into pieces. Before she is able to process her emotions, she is branded a traitor and exiled out of the pack by her brother who is the alpha Now homeless, she is approached by her brother's best friends, the triple Alpha's of the Moonlight Pack and they offer her a contract: She will be their girlfriend for three months Sloane accepts, only to realize she has either made the greatest mistake of her life, or

“You carry the blood of the Albion family. I’ve finally found you.” “What?” I whispered out loud, trying to make sense of his words. Albion family? What was he saying? I’d never heard of the Albion family. And I certainly didn’t have their blood. I was the daughter of Alpha Abram Ambrose, of the Night Shade Pack. I carried his blood. I was born there. Who was this ‘Albion family’ he spoke of? And what did any of this have to do with the Albion family? The King ignored my question. Instead, he turned to Prince Griffin.

they said in unison, bowing their heads. Albert’s mouth twisted into a smirk as he glanced at them, then turned his sharp gaze toward Hudson and Selena. With a mocking tone, he offered a dry congratulations. “So, Alpha Hudson… The trueblood Alpha prince has finally found his mate, has he?” His words were laced with sarcasm as he shifted his gaze to Selena, a mysterious look flickering in his eyes. Selena’s grip on Hudson’s arm tightened. Hudson’s expression remained hard as he stared back at Albert. “How did you get into my territory, King Albert?” he demanded, his voice firm and filled with authority. He glared at Albert, making it clear he was not intimidated by this sudden intrusion.

Chapter 4 claimed by the alphas heir. I shoved pass my aunt before she could stop me as I made my way back to the estate to get keal,the estate smelled of spilled wine and expensive cologne but beneath it lay danger , in a sharp ,immediate and frightening way . And there stood selera as a statue awaiting her cub in the lost moonlight . When she blocked me , I should have read the threat in her eyes and turned back , but instead something hot and stupid rose in me and I moved forward .

“The last time I lost everything was because I listened to men like you.” That hit its mark. Marren’s eyes flickered, Alric’s shoulders stiffened, but neither answered quickly. For the first time, they weren’t holding the ground as firmly as they thought. Finally, Alric spoke again, voice hard enough to scrape stone. “So this is your answer. You will defy the council. You will defy the blood of your own line. You will throw away your crown for her.” “Yes,” I said. Not loud, not shouted, but firm. Iron in a single word.

“Hear now the truth that has been hidden from you since stars first wove your being:” “Under thrice-blooded moons, the copper-furred shadow shall rise, born neither of flesh nor spirit but of starlight and ancient purpose. The throne shall crack and fall as the wolf of crimson storms through the heart of power. The Alpha King’s reign shall end in fire and ash, and the age of the old shall be swept away by the copper tide.”

The fact that I want to study baffles her completely and the idea of leaving, she somehow takes as a personal insult, so I don’t mention either in front of her. My Grandad on the other hand is much more understanding, he’s very old and was a warrior when Abaddon’s Grandfather, Alpha Isaiah, was in charge. They travelled to many packs across the country searching for Alpha Isaiah’s mate and even a few abroad. For years he’s told stories of the way packs are run, some a lot worse, but some seem to give their citizens a lot more freedom.