Gal Farion Novels & Stories

"You still let that thing in the house?" "That thing will eat your face off," Trace said, walking in behind Karl. "Rhychard, what's going on?" The elf walked in behind Trace, but remained quiet, glancing once at Kree and then back to Rhychard, waiting. :Is he talking to you?: Rhychard sent to Kree. :He is, Warrior. His name is Halafarin, a Warrior of the Way. He is here hunting the aswang we were searching for. He has been hunting her for almost a century.:

I should flash Gunner, this is a bad idea. “I am” I answered him. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying and failing to block his view of my overly exposed body. Maybe Gunner was right about this swimsuit. “And who are you?” I asked. “I am Alpha Galterio, of Origin Wolf. Descended from Gill, first son born to Lycaon” he said proudly before lowering his eyes and smiling at me wickedly, “See? We are cousins, distant cousins” he mused. “You are not my cousin” I said firmly. He chuckled and ran his hand through his slicked back dark hair. He stepped closer and smiled back at me.

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

“Killian Gallion.” “The Gallion’s heir?” Fury’s face was astonished. “The boy is alive.” “He is ‘Warlord’. He’s been serving King Detry.” Fury’s face hardened and his teeth gritted. “How did that happen?” “From what little he told me, his father sent him to Detry before all the land realized his evil.” “A shame.” Fury’s lips tightened. “Well we certainly need to get to him before the NightHunters find out. Lorem will soon be after him.”

Among them, the one at the forefront was a man in his thirties, with a dignified appearance, a well-built physique, and an aura of a level seven paragon shining like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating the surroundings for miles. Francis, upon seeing the newcomer, did not hide his displeasure. He snorted and sent a telepathic message to Severin, "That man is Alfie Vaughn, the saintman of the Floating Light Sacred Land" He then added, "Floating Light Sacred Land has always been at odds with Grandiuno Sacred Land." Severin instantly understood what Francis was getting at. He nodded in acknowledgment and chose not to speak further. Not far away, Wenzel and Drake did not show a welcoming expr

He had been waiting for that order, because as General of the Northern Legion, he was always ready for war. "I'm going to find Lyra," Orion muttered, brushing past him, his scent thick with blood and wrath. And that was the day the illusion of peace between the humans and Lycans died and the Great War began.

DEARON It would have been unfortunate to kill the Prince of the kingdom you had just allied with, and yet my mind was currently filled with all kinds of murderous thoughts. Seth Calogero was Alpha Hagan Calogero's younger son and one of the four Generals in the Farindorian army. The worst possible combination of a noble and a warrior. In other words, he was an arrogant asshole who believed he could have anything he desired. Right now, his eyes were on Kaira.

Grendel snorted again, ashen faced. Lapon simply laughed in turn. "Really? In that case, don't say I didn't warn you that your fief will soon be annexed, right under your watch." "What?!" Murin, Grendel, and Luna paled in indignation. Then, glaring at Lapon, Grendel demanded icily, "Explain yourself!" "Hehe…" The youth chuckled just then. "I am Zoran Zangief, son of Tobek Zangief—chief of the Danifo Alliance!"

Faelon nodded and then asked what name his son had taken. "He chose Zaika Baranov, based on the family that had taken him in," Salis informed him, causing Faelon to chuckle. "He chose bunny for his first name?" Faelon asked bluntly and shook his head while laughing. "Lucifer's contract was null once he had me erase your memories of your mate. I only helped because I thought I had to but knew it was wrong so please forgive me for my mistakes," Salis added sincerely. Sobering Faelon patted his shoulder and nodded.

"But... I thought those were just bedtime stories. Father, we've endured this famine for two years now." Father solemnly confirmed, "It was a dire warning from the Fae Lord himself. Those two years were his herald, and when the famine descended, I feared my suspicions were true." His words cast a heavy shadow over our hearts. Father descended from the lineage of Talerion, a legendary warrior who had wronged the Fae lord centuries ago by stealing a powerful stone to fuel his wars. When the Lord discovered the theft, he unleashed his wrath upon our village, seeking retribution. Yet, the stone was bound to our souls by an ancient pact, a burden only a descendant of Talerion could bear. In excha