Paul Muad'dib Novels & Stories

The air grew heavy, and he breathed with the weight of an ancient secret about to awaken. Detective Muhammad turned his eyes toward Sheikh Shams al-Duhur, his voice trembling with a faint tremor: Muhammad: Malik... Malik is a murderer who commands evil spirits to kill the innocent. The police cannot arrest him... Shams al-Duhur slowly raised his hand, and Muhammad's voice fell silent, as if an unseen force had sealed his lips. A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence:

“I’m Pete MacGregor by the way. Paul nodded nervously as he scurried along beside Pete. Great, his brother in law was a giant who had armed police at his disposal. He wanted to ask what a Magdalene was but thought better of it, he was just glad he wasn’t one, more than likely if he was he would have been shot. Pete walked to a car and pulled the back door open so Paul could slide in, he was shocked into silence as he saw another giant, this one driving.

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.”

“We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,” “I’m sorry Mr. Blackwood, Mr Steward, but now’s not a great time,” he mutters trying to close the door on us. I raise an eyebrow, looking at Zander and back to James Lucas. Amusing. Even the human knows who we are. I know Zander’s thinking the same thing as a small smirk pulls on his lips. His hand falls on the door knob stopping it from going any further, “It’s actually Alpha, and Jones mentioned you may be of some help with recent events?”

He let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes before pausing the show. “Alright, alright, I’m getting it. Happy?” he shot me a sarcastic look before strolling out of the room towards the entrance. “Maeve, I told you this morning, we aren’t having visitors today. Alpha’s orders.” I heard Dean say, his voice strained as he did his best to remain polite. “Considering there was a rogue attack literally hours ago, and Maia hasn’t been seen since, and you barbarians haven’t given her a phone so I can’t at least make sure she’s alive, then I think you can count me as the exception to that rule.”

I asked the assistant beside me. “Yesterday night. Since that place is a remote one, we have just received the news not long ago.” “The report that is reaching us now says that one of the people who had gone to offer their aid was Lucien Hart, one of the mayor contestants and the alpha of the Hart pack and the president of the Hart corporation. That is all we have for now; we will keep updating the viewers if we get any new updates from our people on the ground.” I stared at the TV screen; my mind completely blank. What happened to Lucien? Is he alive, is he dead? Is that why he did not call me yesterday? But why was I only hearing the news now?

"Oh." I had never heard of the Vuldus. Maybe that group is new. "Alright man. Thanks for the information. I'll be there soon." "There is no phone signal where we are going so I may not be able to contact you. Just look for Sir Richard's agent, 'Mohammed Sarim' is his name here in Flavia. He will tell you where we are going," he added. by Mikev. "Alright. Noted, man." Mikev also said goodbye. I can hear in his background that Sir Paul, our director, is calling him. I can tell that it's Paul because of his booming voice.

The list seemed to grow exponentially with each passing memory. He knew he had made a lot of enemies over the years. But none of them had ever almost succeeded in killing him. Andrew knew this field he was in came with, all its dangers and more, but he always knew who he was going to track down. This time was different, he didn’t have the slightest idea who the person or which Mafia organization it could be. Finally arriving home, Andrew was sitting in thought in the backseat. Alfred broke the silence, “Sir, we’re here.” He said with a calm voice.

He had chosen the latter, watching from the shadows until Arthur departed the next morning, leaving Madin weeping silently for hours. Now, the urge to see Arthur again burns brighter than ever. Madin knows what his father meant to him. This loss must be destroying him, he thinks, his heart aching. "Marsel? Are you okay? Your face has gone pale. Are you coming down with something after hearing the news? I know it’s devastating," Paul says, his voice filled with concern. Paul had been working at the hotel when Madin arrived three years ago, using money he had earned during his brief time at the palace to purchase the establishment. Paul had stayed on as an employee, unaware of Madin’s true ide

“His name is Alpha Arthur. And as I am speaking to you right now, he will be dead in a few hours’ time and that is when we strike. This is top secret. No one else must learn of this until the mission is successful.” “Why is he dying?” Fabiano asked, still confused about the whole thing Lucas just told them. “Yes, why? This sound like some bullshit, lame story…” Lauretha added. “Ah, I guess I forgot the juicy part of the story…” Lucas said and gulped some wine before he continued.