Gal Farion Novels & Stories

He waved to Shawn and Fabian to come over and then said, "Let me introduce you. This is Shawn James, the general manager of Pride Corp, and Fabian Yves, a board member of Pride Corp. This is Faron Campbell, the only son of Orin Campbell of Kardon Province. Please get acquainted. You're all outstanding individuals, and I'm confident you'll all get along well." Faron looked up. Shawn was in his thirties and had tan skin. However, he had a sharp look about him. Meanwhile, Fabian was in his fifties with a well-toned body, giving him a powerful presence wherever he went. Shawn and Fabian knew who Faron was. They were aware of his silver spoon. Businessmen had to be humble before someone like Faro

Arion (voice deceptively calm): "Uncle. You never did understand. Evolution demands sacrifice. These... volunteers embraced the pain." Lafar (clenching fists): "This isn't evolution. It's desecration. You've bound wolves to something that doesn't breathe, doesn't feel." Arion (mocking smile): "They follow better now than they ever did alive." Lafar's body surges forward, claws alight with sacred blue fire. The clash is immediate. Still locked in vision, Xavier watches as blades slash and sigils ignite. Arion casts aside the weak with ease, but Lafar holds him back. Wounded, bleeding, but standing.

My brow furrowed as I gazed at him incredulously. "I could rip your heart out and Faelon could fry it with his blue bolts. I don't feel like you would be alive after that," I grinned smugly. Galen shuddered at us and muttered sourly that he was going to get a drink and stormed off toward the bar. "He's an arrogant asshole," Faelon said firmly and I nodded, feeling that Galen was nothing like the male I thought I had known. I frowned as my thoughts went back to Lucian and my heartache.

"It's been okay, I guess... You still insist on calling me Luna?" Lance's lips twisted amusedly. "Of course, Luna. I should, shouldn't I?" I smiled slightly as an idea entered my head. "Very well, Gamma. You can call me Luna." Lucas and Lance both looked at me, amused. Lance burst out laughing. "Fair enough", he said. "I'll call you by your name." I smiled smugly, satisfied. "So, what exactly does a gamma do?", I asked. Lance shrugged. "Inter-pack relations, you could say. As the pack of the Alpha King, we constantly have packs wanting alliances, there are conferences to attend and such. It's my job to oversee all that."

Templar could see a few handful servants, running about, getting treatment for their injuries. Suddenly, Templar remembered that someone followed her sister and Sirion. “H-How about my brother-in-law, did he return?” Galahad was about to respond when someone came swiftly towards them. Templar looked up and saw Langrion, the human prince her sister, Freya, had wedded. Templar frowned. Somehow, something seemed to have changed in him though. Was it his eyes? Templar couldn’t remember what his eyes looked like before, but it certainly wasn’t a deep violet color.

The big guy sighed, "I really wanted to help. Really." Jai stared at the guy for a while, feeling familiar somehow, but he couldn't remember so he just nodded. "Thanks again." "Yeah, thanks!" Darrion gave him thumbs up. "What's your name? I'm Darrion, this is Jai, and that is Barun." Barun nodded at the big guy. "Thank you for helping my nephews." The guy replied with a smile. "You are very welcome sir! My name is Galum. I'm an Earthmate, nice to meet all of you."

I just want to pour the bottle of oil on her head and ruin her perfect straightener. But I take a breath of courage. "First, hi Ludmilla, how are you? Long time no see." I say sarcastically. "And secondly, he is Eren's cousin that's why he looks like him. And thank you for your compliment. Eren and I has been married for four years now and we have an amazing son. My family is indeed beautiful." I snap confidently. Ludmilla malicious smile switches into a frown and she quickly lowers her gaze and begins to pass the products through the machine.

But he was already turning to face the crowd. “My name is Farrell Alaric. Firstborn son of Alpha Alaric Dane. And rightful heir to the Lycan throne.” The room exploded in gasps. “What the hell is he saying?” Elise whispered beside me. I glared at Farrell. I wished I could strangle him here and now. Not this again. He was always claiming right to the throne when we knew how pointless it was. at first, I thought he was always doing it to annoy me but now, it seemed like he had a bigger plan.

On the same time of the harem girls' liberation ceremony, Jean Gardier returned to his hometown in the west, in a province called Lenereal. His father was the governor of the province. Lord Gardier, Jean’s father, was a very old man, but Jean, who was his eleventh child, was never be his heir. From the beginning of his life, Jean knew that he would not own Lanereal even if his father died. That is why he served Erwin. Jean felt he had a place in Erwin's military.

Sometimes I struggled knowing him too. “Faran,” I called out as I left my father and walked towards a few of my warriors gathered around in a little circle, Faran turned around and they stood a bit taller, I was the head Archer, First rank and their leader, I was also their princess, they always felt nervous around me even after all these years but not Faran, he was still slouching and holding on to Grod’s shoulder. Grod was a Dullahan one of the few to have joined us. They were a rare breed and the first to be hunted. They were dark fae, they haunted untraveled roads they are the bringers of ill fortune for those with evil intent. Encountering them was a terrible omen. But they too weren’t