Gal Farion Novels & Stories

I was able to control my anger, more like Seraphina’s anger. “Hey Remi, who’s your new friend?” The red head asked as she hung off of MY mate. “This is Riley RedFang. Riley, this is my brother, Rylen and his girlfriend, Stephanie.” Remi introduced. “RedFang? As in RedFang Defense?” Rylen asked. “The one and only, my dad is the head honcho.” I smirked. “WOW!” Remi said with wide eyes. “A real badass?” She said in awe. I shrugged at her.

With steady strides, he walked right up to Julian, and he was followed by two assistants in the same military uniforms. Julian recognized the man as soon as he saw his face. He was Leonel Farley, a general under Melvin, Fieryn King from the Southern Biskeland War Zone. Leonel was highly capable, so he was highly valued by Melvin. He was also a fighter of the God of War caliber. Julian quickly got up and went up to him after he saw him. His gaze became respectful as he said, "What brings you here, General Farley? Please come in. I didn't know you were coming. If I knew, I would personally head out to welcome you!"

"I wasn't sure what you liked, so please order." "Okay." Tobias walked over and flipped the menu. Fiona was so anxious that her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Samson poured her a glass of warm water, smiling at her gently. Fiona drank the water, but she still felt anxious. Tobias saw their interaction from the corner of his eye. He had a rough idea of what Fiona was about to say." "Tobias." Fiona mustered the courage and said, "This is Samson Saint-Laurent from Faldoria. He is half-Faldorian and half-Clusian. Samson, this is my son, Tobias Ripley."

Chapter 36 Arthur’s POV Kylian apologizes for speaking to me in a rude manner. I do forgive him. It’s become a normal thing for Kylian to annoy me and ask me to forgive him later. And lastly, I’ve grown to forgive him easily. He’s the only brother I’ve gotten, I have Rowan. But I’m not as close to him as I am to Kylian. We found other hidden labs that belong to Justin’s father. “Keep an eye on them. Till we are sure that it isn’t a trick to lure us in, don’t attack.” I tell Oliver and Jayden.

Faron Cole was, admittedly, an old acquaintance who hailed from the same town as Zachary, but it did not mean that Zayn had a good impression of him. Faron was an arrogant, vain showboat who liked nothing more than looking down on anyone he judged as inferior and holding grudges over the pettiest things. Sure, he was smart—or deviously cunning—enough to know how to cut corners and maximize profit, but his unsavory character spoke volumes. Zayn never liked the man that much.

I lowered my head, thrust my tongue out planning to suck one taut nipple, but then, my annoying brother mind-linked me. ‘Brother.’ I grimaced. ‘Not now,’ I said, continuing with my foreplay. ‘Brother!’ But he called again. I growled in anger. ‘I said not now Elijah!’ ‘I need your attention, brother!’ he exclaimed, his voice filled with alarm. ‘Farryl reported that King Geraden just crossed our realm, and with a certain amount of fae knights with him.’ I froze on the spot. ‘Fuck,’ my mind cried out. What a way to cock-block me.

He flashed Lauretha an apologetic smile after which he headed off to see who was ringing the alarm. As soon as he left, she exhaled out in relief, wiped her lips and pushed down her dress that had rumpled a bit. She was most grateful to whoever it was at the door. Lucas soon came back in with another man. Fabiano by name and equally tall. A decade before he turns a century old, second in command of the vampire clan, Lucas best friend and right hand man. “Hey Fab!” Lauretha waved. Fabiano grinned. “Fancy seeing you here, Lauretha. What are you up to these days?” they gave each other a bear hug and broke free again.

Fao demanded. "My name is Corvin. I'm a loyalist — one of many who never accepted House Varen's rule." His eyes swept over Fao's face, cataloging every feature. "The coloring. The size. The royal scent beneath the death-smell. You are Alaric, second son of the High King." The name hit Fao like a physical blow. I felt it through the bond — confusion, shock, something ancient stirring in the depths of his memory. "That's not my name," he said, but his voice wavered.