Gotham Alfred Novels & Stories

A list of people I’d kill first. “The monster has no heart,” Liam cussed under his breath as we watched Gareth pull her by the hair down a hallway. “What about Laura? Is she in Bogota as well? Or she’s still in New York?” I asked. “Bogota. There’ll be a meeting next week and all the members of the underground will be there. Boss can’t go, so you’ll have to head this meeting, Ma’am,” Alfred said. He was Langelo’s most trusted soldier, one who didn’t talk more than necessary.

He pulls away, one hand still holds Blake's neck and the other on his bicep. Blake stairs at him with a blank and confused gaze. None of it making sense to him. "Why do you keep calling me Alarick!? Like I said-" Blake pulls away and turns facing the others, and slowly turns back towards Harou. "My name, is Blake! Alpha of the Primords pack. And I am wasting my time here. I have a war that needs to come to an end. And I must leave now! Before things get worse." He begins to walk away, but Harou

The messenger handed Gareth a sealed envelope, his voice low as he spoke. “This is the last offer. The Alpha wants confirmation of your support.” Gareth’s lips twisted into a smirk as he took the envelope. “Tell him he has nothing to worry about. The pack will be mine soon enough, and I’ll honor our agreement.” The messenger nodded, then disappeared into the shadows, leaving Gareth alone with his prize. Sylvester’s hand tightened around Rayka’s, signaling that it was time. They emerged from their hiding place, stepping into the clearing where Gareth stood. His eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly masked it with a sneer.

Another night another kill which I was chasing to their death, I had that person in my hand, I could hear their heart beating and blood pumping and the moment I was about to dug my teeth deep into his neck, someone stopped me by literally throwing me on the other side of the forest, I didn’t hear them coming for me, who could be this person who was stronger than me, strong enough to toss me to other side like I was some coin to be tossed, it was embarrassing, the second I started to think I was invincible and all powerful that very second someone had to come to make me realize my place in this Earth, it was humiliating and disturbing. I was sure for it to be Forbes who were responsible for t

Recognition and resignation watched over him. "I shouldn't have...worried too much," Alfred said, at last, "I always knew...my daughter was...in the right hands, but I still worried. I should have known that it would be you, Number 6." At the mention of that name, his eyes changed from blue to hot-blazing amber instantly and his claws slipped out again. This voice was low and deadly, "I will kíll you if you address me with that name again." "I'm sorry... I did not know...you by any other name." He has trouble breathing properly, but Alfred was determined that it wouldn't stop him from speaking.

Alpha Daltons POV I was running so hard and the anger inside me was so consuming that I missed the trail to Green Cove. I circled back and ran down the trail where I saw my Beta and Gamma sitting on the lake bank behind some large bushes. I skidded to a halt right next to them and lowered myself on to my haunches. “Hey y’all, someone left me another jar on the damn porch again this morning so excuse me if I’m a little late.” Nick growled low and mind linked the both of us, “These mother fuckers are gonna keep on with us and there gonna be a blood bath on their hands.” I huffed in agreement. I kept my eyes trained on the bank of the other side of the lake. I saw the park rangers, forensic tea

“They’re waiting for your command, Alpha. I was careful; they’re stationed in the northern woods, just outside the park. All they need is your word, and they’ll move in.” Alpha Evan’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “And they’re loyal? I can’t have rogues that scatter at the first sign of trouble.” Miranda gave a sharp nod. “They’re loyal to the gold you promised. You understand these types—they don’t work for free. Money and revenge are the only motivations they need.” “Good,” he murmured, pacing slowly around her. His gaze flicked over her appraisingly. “But you know what happens if this plan goes wrong, don’t you? There won’t be any second chances.”

And he was going to bring her home. He called his betas and gathered the elite wolves of his army. Jacob and Edward, Serena’s brothers, had become his fiercest allies since the disappearance. They didn’t speak much about their father. But Alexandro could see the same doubt reflected in their eyes. They knew something wasn’t right. And they stood by Alexandro without question. Alexandro pointed to the ancient map spread out before them. “Here,” he said, tapping the east coast with a gloved finger. “Past the mist-covered shores. Beyond the fog line.”

She took a few small steps forward, shaking her head as disbelief and grief wrestled for control inside her. Jeff remained silent, avoiding her gaze. His hands were folded on his lap, his face unreadable. He knew better than to interfere. Alfred Wyndham was not a man anyone dared to question—not even him. The old man had built empires from nothing, manipulated industries, families, and even bloodlines to protect his name. Alfred finally sighed, resting both palms on his cane. His voice softened, but it held authority still. “Maybe when you sit down, I’ll explain.”

I took in the environment and saw everyone at work but they immediately stopped whenever I got close to greet me, well if they didn't know the consequences. I walked down to the basement where there are cells and my beautiful torment room. Alfred was already in there chained to a chair. You must be wondering what he did, let me explain, Alfred was a bartender who owned a lot of money because of his Dad yet he couldn't meet up with the deadline to pay.