Paul Atreides Novels & Stories

But I was the first hatched male, and so, the duty fell to me to take his place once he was gone. So in an attempt to make me a “real king,” my father brought in a special “tutor.” And because he wanted someone fierce enough to force me to be a beast, he selected an ambitious general from the southern front, an air drake by the name of Atremi Glaveheart, so named because of his accuracy in cutting his opponents down not just physically, but mentally and spiritually. He didn’t just kill a drake, he obliterated his heart like it had been cleaved in half by his blade.

' Unaware that his own fiancée was near the breaking point due to the most recent turn of events, the man who also didn't know that his target was not even in this world anymore laughed too. At least three people in Country F were planning to cross to the Layers to chase after the Silver Princess who got thrown to Mao's realm. They were none other than Paul, the lover, Sandro, the father's lapdog, and Host 9, the obsessed admirer. Paul was a non-host, but he instinctively knew that he could puncture through dimensions and travel the space in between them. The only problem was that he had no idea where in the layers Agatha was now.

I watched him disappear into the forest and rushed inside to tell Davin to keep everyone inside for a few days and only allow the Demirkan half breeds out to help with the cattle work only if it was truly needed. "Paul has been in the field all morning," Davin said, concerned. I cursed and ran out of the mound. I ran as fast as I could through the forest and rushed the field only to be met with the corpse of the young male being devoured by Marwan and his troop. Paul's dead blue eyes were openly gazing off to nothing and his mouth was permanently gaping with a silent scream. A blinding rage filled me and I opened and closed my fist as my eyes centered on the one holding the killing instrumen

🌹🌹 The Beginning (Part 24) 🌹🌹 ❤️❤️His Punishment ❤️❤️ Paul’s chin-length black hair with a single white stripe running through it had it slicked back over his head. The Archangel’s eyes were liquid silver, swirling and emotionless. Paul had sharp, chiseled features and a labaster skin. Paul emerged from the portal in all his magnificent, deadly glory, the portal closes behind him. He was wearing black steel armor from head to toe with silver. His black wings were out stretched behind him impressively. A large broad sword was strapped to his side.

His gold and blue eyes looked around to assess the situation. Paul had been acting high and mighty before, but now that the Dragon Emperor himself was present, he became nervous. He swallowed dry saliva before opening his mouth. “Why if it isn’t Lord Dragunov!” He said with a fake smile. Matthew immediately knew something was not right, but kept his cool. “Who are you?” “Ah, forgive me, my lord. I am Paul Stone of the Northwestern Region.” Paul introduced himself in a bow. Then he straightened back up. “I came here by the king’s order to… arrest you, sir.”

In one hand, he carried a tiny glass tube, dark fluid sloshing inside, dense, syrupy stuff responsible for wiping out everyone I’d ever known. "House Valerian is too weak to keep the secret of immortality, Draven," the man said. His voice... I knew it. Deep, raspy, and full of decaying ambition. "Targarion would keep this secret better than you." A shape stepped forward, pulling fabric from its head. Flames danced across a face carved by shadows, clever angles lit in flickering reds. That one was Paul. Youth clung to him still, though hunger sparked behind his gaze.

I breathed out. He snorted, a harsh, ugly sound. "Oh, come on, Zara. Cut the crap already, princess." It was Paul, my father's second-in-command, the man who was supposed to be loyal but he could do anything to me right now and nobody would know. "Like I haven't been here before? We had a nice little thing going with that idiot Stephen before he decided to play hero and switch sides. That's what happens when you betray us. Now he's dead. Gone. Pufffffff…”

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

He doesn’t know what’s going on anymore. “Keep me updated,” Aemon said and had no choice. Frederick won’t let this day end without having Rafael’s head in his hands. “Calm down, Frederick.” Paul said and tapped his shoulder when Frederick pushed his hands away from him. He was only facing the wall with his hands crumpling like a piece of paper in anger. “He’s still your cousin, Frederick…he’s a Cooper.” “Blood isn’t thicker anymore when a person becomes a traitor, Paul.” He replied in his coldest and sturdy voice.

Celestia's brows shot up as she remembered how she got poisoned during Remington's party. "Call Armando," she ordered. Armando is one of their family's doctors and also someone who has a broader knowledge of everything. The servant nodded and went out immediately. Erina looked at the bottle with so much curiosity. "What could this be?" Celestia was so eager to know as she slipped it into the pocket of her dress and went out. Jacob was leading the soldiers to visit one of their territories on the north side of the town early that morning while Arden and Erina weren’t back yet.