Paul Atreides Crysknife Novels & Stories

His eyes lingered on each face, savoring their terror. Reid's eyes danced with malice as he taunted Claudine, the knife glinting in his hand. "Is it Ezrianna's delicate neck that will feel my blade?" he whispered, tracing the knife's edge along Ezrianna's trembling skin. "Or perhaps Kris's strong jaw will be the one to crumble?" The knife pressed against Kris's throat, and Claudine's breath caught. Reid's attention shifted to Valtor, his smile twisting.

This was not a good sign especially since he had never seen Fenris to drink a single drop. Fenris pulled out a seat and offered Andre one. Andre knew that Fenris was not one to sugarcoat anything. He came straight to the point. He mentally prepared himself for the worst. Yet, nothing prepared him for the words that came out of Fenris mouth. Fenris stared down into his glass. "Paul has been experimenting and using human weapons." He said, his voice devoid of all emotion. Andre's mouth dropped open. He was too stunned to say a word.

I snort under my breath. “He’s probably pretty sure he’s a god,” Rafe grunts back. I shudder. “Wouldn’t that be awful.” Horatio heaves the blade over his head and brings it down unerringly on Kris’s neck. I keep my eyes focused on Kris’s face as the blade slices clean through his flesh and bone. His eyes widen slightly, his mouth gaping in one last scream, and then, it’s all over. In a rather macabre way, his head rolls to the edge of the dais before Lawrence catches it by the hair. The nobles all take a step back, varying levels of disgust, disappointment, and disapproval plastered on their faces.

"It’s your last moment to prove your loyalty to me. With my lethal blade, end Lara’s life." Cyrus, his face pale and gaunt, stepped forward from the shadows. His expression was vacant, his eyes hollow as if drained of all emotion. The once-proud warrior of Tribiano, known for his honor and strength, now moved like a puppet on invisible strings, completely under Thana’s dark influence. He was holding a sharp, ugly knife that felt dangerous and powerful. It had strange symbols on it that glowed in the moonlight.

I evenly emphasized my words and pointed to myself, “I would have acted on your behalf.” She sniffed and more tears dribbled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Cleo. Our children started to go missing because Krymes wanted more money for the pack. He was selling them off as slaves and servants to other species. Paul found out and began collecting evidence. Many of us hated him.” She paused thoughtfully and dried her eyes. The sob was stuck in her throat as pain laced her voice. “It was Beta Kenny who killed Paul.” “Why would he do that?” My hard glare did not leave her.

She looked at him wearily, as if she were an angel cast into the land of sinners to attract the devils with her heavenly beauty. Arden Gunner, the cruel alpha king, parted his lips a bit. He looked so brooding, menacing, and dangerous while Erina looked angelic, enticing, and soft. But the alpha king didn't know; his cause of death had simply greeted him.

So, for a moment he wanted it to be just the two of them to have a moment where their lives were not in constant danger. Glory calmed down and turned to see her boyfriend Paul with a big toothy grin on his face. Paul has the most perfect nose, copper skin, these soulful green eyes, and muscles that could take down a king cobra. Glory locked lips with him and they started to make out and it kept getting more and more heated till the scene had taken up a mind of its own.

Bryce growls, “I’m going to fuckin’ kill you.” “You won’t kill me, Pops. I’m your flesh and blood,” Paul spits. Bryce’s bloody fingers circle the handle of the knife, his eyes focused on Paul. He grips Paul by the throat, pinning his head to the ground. Pulling the blade back, he stabs Paul directly in the eye.

Adolphus offered him a drink again, but only this time it was laced with something that made Paul very open to suggestible actions. “How would you like to be the Alpha of this pack?” Adolphus asked him, like the devil on Paul’s shoulder. “I would love that, unlike your son, who doesn’t seem to know what a great opportunity it is.” Paul had replied honestly. Adolphus had gone to his desk and retrieved a silver blade. He handed it to Paul, “That can be yours if you do me a small favour.” “Anything for you.” Paul replied as he absentmindedly looked at the blade.

Kris did not notice that her tears were falling down from her eyes. “What are you crying for?”, asked Adam, who was just standing next to her cage. “Nothing”, replied Kris. She immediately wiped her tears. “What are you fighting for?”, Adam asked. It surprised Kris. She thought it would be the best time to convinced him that they were allies. “I am fighting for freedom and Agartha”, replied Kris. She looked at him intently. Adam just smirked. “Stop lying, my father said, you creatures wanted to rule the human world”, Adam stated.