Gal Farion Novels & Stories

Grace threw me a subtle link and smirked. Mariam looked at me with a big smile on her face. “Thank you saw much Dr. Mike… for everything you’ve done and are still doing for my daughter. I have no idea how I can repay you, but I know that the Lord I serve will abundantly replenish everything you have lost.”

"That was my closure. He's dead to me. I won't face him again." Dr. Jafar's voice cracked, desperate now. "Finn's going to dismember him - turn him into one of those zombie werewolf warriors. It's an insult to the Farrow name, to everything he once was. You were a couple once - I'm begging you, spare him from that!" I stared at the ground, the Farrow family's fall clawing at my mind. Once lords of the north, now carrion for Finn's games. And Lucas, pleading through this Omega doctor's lips - pathetic. My chest tightened, rage and pity warring inside me.

He had a light stubble on his chin and he became more muscular. 'But Philip is still more handsome.' 'Whoa... Why am I comparing them?' "I see you've already met Rob," A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Hey man," Rob greeted as they hugged briefly. "Rob this is my fiancee, Giordana Quinton," Philip said. 'They know each other?' "Wait, what? Giordana is your fiancee?" Rob asked, looking a bit displeased. "Of course. You got any problem with that?" he shot back.

If he was over there, then who… I whipped my head back to the man beside me, my eyes widening in shock. “Brother, I must say…your woman must taste nice. Too bad you caught me before I got a taste of her,” he muttered, making my eyes bulge. “Get out,” Prince Darion ordered, and I caught sight of the way the man licked his lips, casting a sly smile before brushing his shoulders and walking out. I couldn't miss the coldness in Prince Darion's eyes once the man whispered something in his ear before leaving.

Felicity took a big bow before Kayson the moment she came, looking very respectful. Kayson asked, “Captain Lawrence, do you know this man named Grant Farrow?” Felicity took a glance at Grant, who Kayson had beaten to the brink of death. “I do. That’s Drake’s subordinate. A Level 1 member.” Kayson briefed her on Master Gerben and Felicity, who was also a loathed female martial criminal who saw women as playthings. Felicity’s gaze was icy when she looked over. “Grant Farrow, are you involved in this too?”

Fennel mumbled helplessly, “Your old man is hiding so much from you? That can’t be. Does that old guy have other plans?” After muttering, Fennel said, “Among the Seven Kings of Disciples back then, the one with the strongest fighting power and the most amazing talent—who’s also known as the supreme king of the seven kings—is the battle god by your father’s side now, Fulton Hash. He was once the king of the seventh zone and has always served your father. When your father was accused of being a defector by the Nonagon, Fulton followed your father and stained the entire path with blood. That was how they managed to break out of the Nonagon. His combat power is the strongest among all known king

Felicity took a big bow before Kayson the moment she came, looking very respectful. Kayson asked, “Captain Lawrence, do you know this man named Grant Farrow?” Felicity took a glance at Grant, who Kayson had beaten to the brink of death. “I do. That’s Drake’s subordinate. A Level 1 member.” Kayson briefed her on Master Gerben and Felicity, who was also a loathed female martial criminal who saw women as playthings. Felicity’s gaze was icy when she looked over. “Grant Farrow, are you involved in this too?”

In the Fahara it is day time. In the desert where it is hotter than anyone's mother's fireplace. You could get roasted from walking around. Sao ,Modei ,Michelle and Winter are laying on the sand in the Fahara. What the tattooist didn't know is that the tattoo was a created realm whose entry could get activated by royal dragon blood because it was forged using the magic of the stone along with royal dragon blood.

No one dared to get closer. Alaric turned back to the glittering city lights outside the window. The noise around him had quieted, and only then did he resume speaking. "You've misunderstood something. You don't hold anything of value for me to cooperate with. But there's an old saying in your Farshyan ways. 'People are bound to be troubled their whole lives by the things they couldn't obtain in their youth.'" His gaze darkened. "Fiona, you've probably forgotten how much you despised me back then. You rejected me more than once."

Breakfast ended not long after that. Fiona and I headed upstairs toward my room. The moment the door closed behind us, Fiona turned toward me immediately. “That’s not him.” The words hit me hard. I frowned instantly. “What?” Fiona stepped closer carefully. “Iris… something is seriously wrong with Aurelian.” I shook my head immediately. “He’s grieving.” “No,” Fiona interrupted. “I know grief. This isn’t grief.” My chest tightened slightly. “He knew Cassian and I were looking for something called the Vaeruthan instantly.”