Dylan Farrow Novel Novels & Stories

Even her eyes had lost its shine. “She.. she was sad...” Dylan mumbled. “the day I was born we lost our mother... and the next day.. You were gone and so was my father,” he said, fidgeting with his thumb. Nicolai glanced at him. “What happened to alpha Lowe?” “He hung himself.” Dylan coldly said and walked ahead of him. “the rooms have been arranged for everyone. The first floor is fully yours. I even had someone paint the kids’ room in bright colors,” he opened the rooms and showed it to him.

"Tonight is a gathering for the most vicious, power-hungry lots in the world. Protecting the Alpha doesn’t start when we arrive at the gathering; it starts here, right now. Keep your eyes peeled, boys. We have a long night ahead of us!" Dylan, the only person who ever really talked to me like I was a human being, was leaning against the carriage door. He looked far too happy for someone going into danger. He was pestering Liam with questions about things I’d never heard of. "So, Liam," Dylan said, grinning. "Think we’ll see every creature that exists in the world, including the ones we’ve never heard of?"

“I always thought you looked familiar but I couldn’t remember why.” Dylan said. “I have told you before that your obsession with criminals was strange.” Noah added. As everyone looked over at Noah and Dylan in confusion, Noah was quick to explain Dylan's childhood dream of tracking down criminals of all kinds. It wasn’t until his father later gave him a love of music instead that would become his new dream. Dylan has an entire bookshelf full of profiles of all kinds of criminals throughout the decades and from all over the world. In a way, he almost felt ashamed of himself for not recognising the CEO sooner.

THIRD PERSON’S LIMITED POV (AURELIAN) Dylan approached them with perfect confidence, his expensive clothes and easy posture marking him as someone who belonged. He had been at the academy for weeks already, long enough to establish himself as a wealthy merchant’s son from a distant but respectable pack. But only if the young alphas knew who he really was and what he wanted. Dylan’s eyes met Aurelian’s for the briefest moment—a flicker of recognition that no one else would catch—before he turned his full attention to Rhydian.

There were no birds singing, no rustling of leaves, just the low murmur of conversations from the Nomads scattered around the campfire, their faces half-hidden in shadow. Dylan stood at the center of it all, tall and broad-shouldered, his grizzled beard flecked with gray, his eyes sharp and calculating. He looked like someone who had seen too much—someone who had survived this world long before it crumbled. His Nomads were a ragtag bunch, dressed in mismatched survival gear, their weapons hung casually at their sides. But there was nothing casual about the way they watched us. "Welcome," Dylan said, his voice low and smooth, like he was trying to put us at ease. It didn’t work. "You've picke

The same Dylan who would grow up to become the villain of the novel. A villain whose spiraling descent into darkness would be triggered by a singular, devastating betrayal: the cold, unfeeling rejection from his mother. Her hands trembled in indecision, hovering awkwardly in the air as she grappled with conflicting emotions. Should she reach out to him? Comfort him? She was all too aware of the story—knew the path that lay ahead. In the original narrative, the mother pushed Dylan away, ignoring his desperate cries and ultimately abandoning him emotionally in favor of a new life with her charming second husband.

--- #### Footprints in Untouched Snow Hours later—Charter sealed in a watertight tube—procession started down the mountain. Ophelia lingered on the ridge lip, scanning east where the Wild Expanse began: endless white broken by jagged peaks. Somewhere out there, Hawthorne survived—perhaps—but his shadow felt smaller now. Dylan approached, slipping a fur cloak over her shoulders. “Trembling?” “Cold.” She smiled faintly. “And relief.” She produced the last intact ink vial. “Spare ammunition.”

he shivers, putting a hand on his chest as if to calm himself. "Tell us your thing, Sky," Danny says, face serious as if he's trying to make sense of this whole thing before reacting. Hope looks like she's already plotting murder. "The creepiest shit ever," I respond and I tell them everything, about Farrow's brittle body and the older woman fucking him and what they said, "He looked fucking out of it, guys. It was awful." "Holy shit," Danny lets out, his hands going to his wavy brown hair, "Holy fucking shit. This is bad."

Dylan is wounded and very scared. He is huddled in a corner, clearly avoiding people. He even keeps his distance from those who saved him. It seems he's traumatized by the pain he's experienced. Vivianne suddenly feels a pang in her heart upon seeing Dylan's state. She couldn't help but feel the pain in her heart because of it. She crouches on the floor, looking at Dylan. "Dylan..." she calls to the child, but to Vivianne's surprise, Dylan suddenly moves away and presses himself tighter against the corner of the chair. "I-It's me, Vivianne. Don't you remember me?" she adds, her voice trembling.

It can be read as a stand-alone novel but if you want to learn better about their previous lives then you might wanna go check out PA first. **~~** Danny and Louis are reborn but one was born with the memories of their past lives while the other stays bound to the last words spoken to him on his deathbed. The only clue to unraveling their eternal bonds lies in their identical birthmarks, one of great meaning and importance. Let's follow Levon and Dylon as they journey through discovery, acceptance, lust, hurt, and uncontrollable love for one another. Hope this time fate smiles better on our boys. **~~** ®©