Albion's Seed Novels & Stories

Sella was quiet for a moment. “Now,” she said carefully, “wolves begin choosing sides.” The words landed harder than Elara expected. Sides. As if she had somehow become part of something larger overnight. “I don’t understand why any of this matters so much,” Elara admitted. “It was just fire.” Sella looked at her directly then. “No,” she said softly. “It wasn’t.” The older woman moved toward the window, staring out across the waking Nightfall territory. “For generations, sacred law has legitimized Alpha rule,” she explained. “Bonds. Ceremonies. Hierarchy. The Goddess’s will.” Her expression darkened slightly. “If sacred law begins publicly refusing powerful wolves…”

“You once said I’d always find my way home. Help me do it now.” He swallowed hard, forcing calm into his shaking voice. “Tell me how.” “There’s a core in the lower vault,” she said. “It’s where he hid what’s left of himself—the Lion seed. If you destroy it, you free me. But you’ll have to go alone.” “Why?” “Because he can’t divide his attention. If he fights you, I can hold him.” Alessandro’s mind rebelled against the plan. “That’s suicide.” “It’s freedom,” she said softly, echoing Matteo’s old word but making it her own.

Towering strength grew weaker as the seasons came and went as bones went from healthy to brittle. Yes, many things had changed in the thirty years Albian had been here and still, he knew more changes were coming. Ones that carried the heartache of pain and death. Changes to more than just the world, but to the souls living in it. Changes that would shape the future...changes, the world and Albian Keystone was not ready for. “We must enjoy it while we can, Foxfire.” Albian mused. The cold nose of his four-pawed companion helped his feet shuffle a bit faster as he went from room to room gathering supplies for his journey. For the past Thirty years, the two of them had awoken and enjoyed many s

“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.

Avelyn folded her arms. “You did your research.” Sebastian smiled. “I always do.” A Civil Conversation Sebastian looked around at the massive port behind them. “Jebel Ali.” He nodded slightly. “One of the most important ports in the world.” Cassian replied calmly. “Yes.” Sebastian turned back toward him. “I hear you are building something ambitious.” Cassian did not react. “And I hear you are competing with us.” Sebastian laughed softly. “Competition is healthy.” Tan muttered under his breath.

As I reached his side, Alpha Albrecht placed a possessive hand on my shoulder, his grip firm. "Remember this, Finlay," Alpha Albrecht said softly, his voice full of menace. "In this pack, anyone who defies me will pay the price." The silence was deafening. Finlay and Kimberly stood frozen, their fear heightened...

But powerful. Alive. “…I’m not running anymore,” she said. Alexander stepped closer one last time. His voice low. Certain. “You won’t need to.” Outside— The moon shone brighter than ever. Watching. Waiting. Awakening. Far beyond the city— A group of figures stood beneath the moonlight. Watching. Waiting. One of them stepped forward. “…The Moon Blessed has awakened.” Another voice responded. “And the Alpha has claimed her.” A pause. Then— A cold smile.

The Seed wasn’t on any digital map. Not even in Nova’s decrypted Council archives. They had to follow analog trails old maintenance logs, architectural sketches buried in Vale Corp’s earliest blueprints. Elias guided them with half-formed memories and fragments whispered in the dark corners of experimental training. “It wasn’t a lab,” he said. “It was a habitat. A closed loop. They called it the Seed because it was designed to grow emotional intelligence from the inside out. But when the early subjects started… unraveling, they sealed it. Buried it.”

I instantly felt like a spy. I heard male voices first, two of them and they were arguing. With my brows furrowed, I followed the noise until it led me to a modestly sized pavilion covered in snow-green vines. Aware that I was only watching a memory of the past, I confidently walked inside and quickly found the first king of Ehnrelil, King Alduin, and his twisted brother, High Elder Geraden. ‘Geraden, stop. I forbid you to do anything to Lady Cyrena. Let her be. She is happy now. Let her be free,’ King Alduin announced just as he grabbed Geraden’s elbow to stop him from exiting the edifice.

* I am brooding by the fire in my own tent, when Sebastian opens the flap. My heart drops. "Hey," he says, smiling. I am so nervous. I don't know how to tell him the news. I feel like crying. "I have bad news," I begin. "About Lucius." I see the light leave his eyes, and he becomes very distant. "What about Lucius?" he asks. "The Alpha of the neighboring pack, Lucius, chose me as his mate," I say, very quietly. Sebastian stared at me, with a look of sheer disbelief.