Danmachi Albert Novels & Stories

Standing before Alpha Jerey, I know it's not just going to be just as it seems; that's one thing I trust him for. Alpha Jerey is one of deadliest Alphas in all the packs around, and that's one reason I chose to have a long-term working relationship with him. Certainly, nothing goes for nothing.. yeah.. and he is equal to the task. That I'm so sure of. Since Angela has chosen to disappoint me, I've also decided to make life a living hell for her. And now that Alpha Jerey has picked interest in her, giving Angela to him would take me nothing.

If Ullric could, the man wished he could follow the Alpha to witness his future developments. “What's your name, Alpha?” The figure also looked up to look at Ullric, before answering the question in a confident voice. “Stefan. Stefan Norah Silver from the Silver Pack.” Ullric nodded in satisfaction after hearing that answer. “I'll remember you, Stefan Norah Silver,” whispered Ullric before leaving to avenge his pack. *** After Stefan's group left the castle that imprisoned Ullric, another group arrived at the place. The leader was a beautiful woman, who immediately frowned when she saw the massacre taking place in her castle.

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

Lagertha answered After getting released from the hospital, Desmond and I arrived back at the pack house to be greeted at the front door by Desmonds friend. He seemed to have been having an argument with someone on his phone, he didn’t look to happy to be seen either as he quickly finished the call and place his attention on us as we arrived. “afternoon alpha, and pleased to finally meet you Luna, I wish it was under better circumstances” he said while bowing his head. “my name is Dominic Lothbrok”

“Did I look like a male version of you?” I nod my head at him. “You couldn’t remember me, your brain tricked you into seeing what you thought I would look like.” “And what about the deaths?” “Only time will tell whether they will play out. Anyway, how are you feeling?” “So everything she saw, its not her head messed up from the wolfsbane, you’re saying a lot of it is true?” Daryl had been quiet listening to our exchange. “Yes Alpha.” I glance at the machine as it forces more blood through the tube and into my stomach.

Dio tried to take back the meat that Blur snatched from his plate as he said those words. Albert shook his head and gave a sorry look towards Dio. He messed Dio's hair and put more meat on his plate. "Eat some more, young man. You're a growing boy, after all." Dio glared at him. “That again, I’m going to be an adult soon.” “Yeah. Whatever you say.” Albert waved his hands as he walked out of the inn. “Make sure that he wouldn’t cause a ruckus today!” “Yes, chief!” Calyx and Cyrus gladly answered.

Liam's point of view: "Get me out of here!" I shouted, "I will kill you all … Just wait and see." But my echo, no one answered me. Well, not for too long since an unexpected face showed up. It was Albert, the traitor … How did he do it? I mean last I remember, he was looking in a room in Italy. "You … How dare you?" I shouted at him, "This is too much for revenge." I didn't know she was your mate."

Not by a long shot. Dimitri From my vantage point in the darkened corner of the club, I watched the entire scene unfold with a mix of fascination and irritation. Albert moved through the chaos with the kind of ruthless efficiency that I respected, a level of brutality that was both calculated and cold. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t flinch—he simply did what needed to be done. It was impressive, even by my standards.

“Miss Miller, Master Romero would like to see you.” Albert, Dante’s butler, said, standing at the door of the room I had been given. Albert was like those stereotype butlers you see in movies. A posh and prim suit clad his thin, tall body. Coupled with his stoic expression and his perfect, poised posture, he looked like he waltzed right out of the Victorian era. “Oh,” I mumbled, frowning a bit. ‘What does Dante want from me now? One night hasn’t passed, and he’s already making me break my ‘avoid-Dante-Romero’ oath.’

Alice offered her hands and I absently shook it. Damien Moretti, Who are you?