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

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."

Someone dismissively replied, "So what?" The nobleman elaborated, "Maman Sattar is the fifth-ranked powerhouse of Falconia." Now people started feeling uneasy. "That shouldn’t be a big deal…right?" But the young man added another detail, "His father is Gionah Sattar, the current deputy commander of Falconia’s military." At this, everyone fell completely silent. On the other side, upon hearing this information, Reid jumped in shock. "What? This man was Maman Sattar from Falconia?" He examined the corpse closely, then shook his head. "No, this is not Maman."

After a few minutes, Farron came. "I'm so glad you already called for me, Hariel!" Farron exclaimed as tears started to flow from his eyes. The tears became little pearls. Hariel sighed and patted his head. "Okay, okay! Sorry for not contacting you. Milo asked me to call for you," Hariel said and looked beside him. Farron stopped crying and looked at the man beside Hariel. His eyes widened and Farron tackled Milo. "MILO! YOU PLANKTON! THIS IS WHERE YOU ARE!" Farron exclaimed and hugged Milo. The latter pushed his face away.

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.

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.

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

One is short and the other is quite tall, possibly even a head taller than me. “Mister Halgar….another fine talent born from our university…I believe you served in the Army before this..correct?..”. “Yes, Sir!…First Lieutenant Halgar of the Aeternum Royal Army, Sir!….”.(Mister Halgar) Halgar is a dwarf, and unlike the other 2 before that have their last name, Halgar doesn’t. he was a born slave until he was saved by Aeternum, his life journey was amazing, born as a slave, trained as a battle slave, saved by Aeternum, and joined the Aeternum Army rose through the ranks and at the same time pursued study to the highest degree and graduate gloriously, then continues to serve in the Army until n