Paul Atreides Novels & Stories

EJ immediately cauterized his wound. "That is just a taste." Jared, the Marquis of Sandringham, warned. "Now, give us what we want and we will be merciful." "Please...just kill me," Spit covered his chapped lips, a far cry from the distinguished lord he presented himself in the ton. "Why? Did you show mercy to my son? To your captives?" Lucifer growled. "I...I'm...sorry." "You are only sorry you got caught." The devil added. "Paul...he is...part...of...it...he knows. I'm simply a buyer. Please...believe...me." He begged.

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon

your skull. You should be smarter than that Nepos' ' Rafael got out, put the glasses, then grabbed contact case out of his pocket and put them on before he took the glasses. He glared at Paul “Quidam patrIot, et tua est missing a te ne me cognoverit ubisit.”Paul looked like he had been shot, but that didn’t stop him from standing his ground “Vade!”. Rafael got up and left, he moved his way inside the house not taking his eyes off of Jake. When he was gone Jake got pist that was the second time that Hale tried to kill him in an hour. “What is wrong with him, he has an attitude problem like his dad. What did I ever do to him? '' Paul looked at him. He had to be joking, he had to have catched

On to mention, he is the 3rd oldest person in Aeternum after Griksu’um the Land Dragon and Alfred my butler, when it comes to legendary stuff, he knows quite a lot, because on his living days, he is quite a famous jester that wanders all around the Central Continent. “Well..in a matte of few months perhaps…we will be venturing out to the Forbidden land, the Great Southern Wasteland..”. “Oh really?….that’s a big move…That’s place is quite harsh…it has been a Forbidden land..even when I was still very much not a walking skeleton…”. (Paul) “Really?…do you know anything about that place?…does that place have anything interesting?..”.

The summit teetered on the brink of dissolution, each shouted word, each aggressive posture pushing us closer to ruin. And then, without warning, the doors to the hall burst open, the sudden intrusion silencing the uproar as all eyes turned towards the figure that staggered in. Paul Biansky, once a proud and strong alpha, now moved like a puppet strung on unseen threads, his eyes hollow, his presence a dark omen. "Paul?" Biansky gasped, taking an involuntary step back at the sight of his kin. "Allegiance... The Black Faes," Paul rasped, his voice void of the warmth it once held.

Her army waiting silently behind her. The two royals met in the middle of the battlefield. A stark contrast to one another, Atarah with her sky-blue eyes and pale skin, the prince with his silver hair, gray eyes, and dark skin.“Is the kingdom of Antares open to negotiation?” Atarah spoke the words drilled in her mind. The wind blew towards the south, and some strands of her hair tickled her cheeks. “ Antares does not negotiate with betrayers.” The prince spoke with arrogant authority. Aren’t you tired of repeating it?. Atarah thought, but she dare not speak the words. She knew if she broke one little rule, it can be used against her kingdom at the International Court.

And Paul, her step father wasn't going to do anything to save her. "OK! there's gotta be a reason for which you brought me..." she threw a nasty glance at the environment, "-here!" "Those are some pretty nice tattoos you got on there, little sinner! Where did you get them? Cause I will love to get me some like those..." the evil angel spoke looking viciously at the exposed skin under the sleeves of her shirt. He was now in casual black jeans and sleeveless shirts exposing his well toned and muscled tattooed arms. Unlike the plain lines on Sonny's skin, his arms were covered in skull tattoos, upside down crosses, dragons, weird scary and creepy things that will scare you in broad daylight.

Paul grunted, his muscles giving up and retracting so that he settled back against the cold concrete wall. “Oh, you’ll see.” He took a step back, adjusted his glasses. “You’ll see, soon enough, Grand Master Guardian of the Land Down Under.” Growling in frustration, Paul strained against the chains again but could get nowhere. His vision was still blurry, but it looked as if the mad scientist felt against the wall for a moment, as if looking for a secret doorway, and then the concrete slid open just enough for him to make his way through, leaving Paul all alone in his cage again.

“I speak as if she will be. And I don’t make promises I can’t keep, and I am glad that the two of us managed to stand in a ground where we can truly and fully agree on.” As I left the hall, my thoughts were already elsewhere, threads tightening, pieces sliding into place. A missing rogue. An Alpha willing to sell his own blood. And a man who would burn the world before letting her fall. And an enemy who just so happened to be attached to that little wrench. Perfect. The game was finally becoming interesting.

Paul added, though his voice lacked conviction. "No," I snapped, turning back to him. "Bane is not a man who stays in a cage. If the attack was as sophisticated as you say, he’s already gone. He’s a tactical genius, Paul. He wouldn't sit and wait for a trial he knows he’ll lose." "He’s already fled," Paul admitted, looking at the floor. "He broke out during the second wave of the invasion. He’s headed back to his territory. Back to Zelda." I slammed my fist onto the mahogany desk, the sound echoing like a gunshot. "Of course he is. He’s going for his prize. He thinks that because he has the girl and a stolen mark, he can hide behind the 'High Alpha' bloodline."