Gal Farion Mga Nobela at Kwento

Piper waved me goodbye before driving off. Following behind her was a black SUV. The car stopped in front of me as Piper drove away. I knew who it was. I opened the front door, fixing myself on the seat. I slammed the door shut. “Hello, Freya, or should I say Luna?….it’s nice having you around me after so many years. You still look beautiful as always.” “The feeling isn’t mutual.” “But my brother finally succeeded in making it mutual. I love him for that,” Vogar chuckled nastily. Always a bastard and will remain as one.

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

The deafening silence seemed like it lasted for hours. "Was the food delicious?" she asked out of the blue. He lifted his gaze at her in shock. "Mh?." "I mean dinner, was it nice?." "Oh, sure it was." "Sabina is a very good cook, unlike Zara." "Sorry, which are Sabina and Zara?" Jason asked confused. Sophia smiled knowing he was always never down to earth. "Sabina is the short one, then Zara tall and lanky." "Just like you" he added jokingly.

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!"

Not only was he afraid, he was wet with guilt. “I had a bad dream overnight. I saw him.” Williams said. Mario's eyes widened. “He… he was angry. He was angry at me.” Williams dug his hands into his blonde hair. The he kept quiet, he couldn’t say no more. He wouldn’t say no more. Mario sprang up. “I know of a counselling organization. I'll do the registration. I’ll make use of a fake identity…if you want.” Of course, he wanted that. He wasn’t yet ready to reveal his identity.

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.

“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.”

“But… Lord… Lord Quintus, why?” “Because you’ve provoked someone you could never afford to offend.” Faron spared Dion no more attention and turned to hurry over to Tyr and Winifred. Then, right before everyone’s eyes, Faron bowed respectfully in salutations for Tyr and Winifred. “Faron Quintus, here to pay respects for Palace… Brother Tyr, Sister-in-law Summers. Also, to wish Sister-in-law Summers’ Autumn Field Media prosperity and success.” The venue simply exploded into an uproar.

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.