Gotham Alfred Novels & Stories

They made their way to us and sat down beside me. At two minutes the pack house doors swung open again for the second time revealing four large men who were to ensure it was an honorable fight. The two taller, larger men were Alphas, but the tallest of them had a stern look on his face. Scars littered down his back on plain display. Muscles hard from years of training. He stepped to the middle of the ring and addressed the crowd directly.

After getting my receipt and card back, we headed back to the car and started our drive back to town. “Si, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s nothing bad, I promise, you can talk to your dad and brother about this. You can also go to my dad or my siblings. Okay?” “Okay.?” She says, sounding confused. “Remember this afternoon and Preston talking about the God Arawn?” “Yes, the God of the dead, who rules Annwn.” She says, again sounding confused.

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

It was Alpha, and boy, did it smell really amazing, like home. Allen shook her head as she tried to concentrate on Ohm's scent, which was barely there, and before she could get it, she was tackled on the ground and was now laying on her back with another wolf pinning her down. The wolf was huge, and it smelled like the same alpha she had been smelling before. The wolf's fur was black with a reddish tint, and his eyes were gold. He was gorgeous, and Allen had never seen a wolf like that before. When Allen looked up, she saw the Alpha growling at Allen and showing his canine teeth. Allen whimpered and closed her eyes. She knew this was a bad idea. She should not have run after Ohm, but of cour

If you wanted to kill a Gotham, use a Gotham. And I would be using Alfred Ahmed until he was nothing but a sniveling bag of bones and flesh.

Right now no one were moving, not even dared to, Alfred as the oldest Undeads and Arch Lich that has ever lived in the Fantasma Central Continent, Lived up to his reputations and names amongst the Undeads community, even the Vampires knows of him and very respectful towards him. “Oh~..if it isn’t the Lord of Snow family himself…I knew of your ancestor…he and I have crossed path before…I thought I have already told him to discard his greed…I supposed if the ancestors were already greedy then it’s heir will be so…But to the point of summoning the very taboo of the Fantasma itself….Hmm…you youngster are quite brave..”. (Alfred) Alfred speak with gravity as he unleash his unmeasurable amount of

"You've got to pull it together! Please! "This has to be fake—it's all fake! That bastard Andrew just planted false rumors to scare us!" Dominic scrambled back to his feet, nodding like a madman. "Right, right… it's all fake. Just a bluff… it has to be…" Just then, a thunderous roar came from outside as an old man stormed into the room—furious and unannounced. It was Alfred Goth, the oldest surviving member of the Goth family. His hair was fully silver, and he had been in charge of half the family's businesses for years. Most importantly, he was the one who maintained the family's relationships with Jayrodale's upper class.

More importantly, who the hell is this man? Sitting there quietly staring right back at him, I don’t say anything because I am afraid what he will do. He cocks his head and looks at me peculiarly before he says, “I don’t know where my manners are today, but I must introduce myself. My name is Alfred Kingsley. I am the mafia king of Calumet City and the surrounding areas. If anyone wants to do business here, they have to go through me and pay handsomely.” He trails off for a moment and looks like he is thinking of something before he continues.

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She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)