Gareth Bryne Novels & Stories

“It still hurts. She won because she played dirty. And the council just shrugged.” Before Lira could answer, a familiar voice echoed from the entrance. “Well, well. Look who finally made it back.” I opened my eyes. Brynne stood at the edge of the pool, leaning casually against a rock pillar. He had changed into loose black pants and a simple shirt that showed the graceful lines of his slender, feminine beauty. His black hair was tousled. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief. The silver hoop in his ear caught the light. My cheeks instantly flamed hot. I sank lower in the water until only my nose and eyes were visible. “What are you doing here?”

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

"So, do you have a strategy for dealing with her?" "I’m figuring something out." "I’ll keep an eye out for other options." "I don’t think that’s needed." Thomas brushed off a leaf that had landed on his arm. "Her friend called her Smith, and the sword she had was beautifully decorated with Celtic designs." He saved the best detail for last. "There were bits of amber in the hilt." Now serious, Gelo set the bread down and asked, "Do you think Grinna knows her?" Thomas nodded. "It was her friend who confirmed that and the truth about her character."

“No idea. Whenever he crawls out from wherever he’s lurking right now, he’ll come sit at this table too.” My eyebrows raise. “He’s an alpha?” Blake looks strong, but he isn’t big and muscular like Ethan or the other males sitting at this table. His accent also indicates he doesn’t originate from the Northlands. “There’s been some debate over the matter,” says Ethan, his voice low. “The last person who questioned it hasn’t been seen for a while.” He nods at the entrance to the hall. “Ah. There he is.” Blake stands in the doorway. Like earlier, he’s dressed in dark breeches rather than a kilt, and wears a black shirt that is perfectly fitted to his hard chest and torso. His hair is dark, and a

The guard I had grown close to. I sobbed into the kiss as Brian plaued with my body when he finally pulled away from me moving his mouth down to my neck whispering to mein my ear comfortingly. "Shhh I promise you, I maybe a cannibal killer, but my oh my how I would love to have you as mine."' I tried fighting when Brian had let me go and I found that I wasn't gonna be able to get out. I turned to see Brian approaching me. I cried out and tried to run away but he was too fast for me and too big. He then took out what I saw as a needle and soon I was out and I didn't know what happned after that. Before falling asleep I saw him take Martin from under his bed and placed his body in his bed cov

"Anyone who challenges my decision can join Ailith in exile." A hush fell over the pack, the silence deafening. Bryn stepped back, his jaw clenched in silent fury. Lena let out a choked sob, and I saw Gareth place a restraining hand on her shoulder, his own expression a mask of helpless anger. No one was meeting my eye any longer.

I looked at him — really looked at him — the silver in his hair catching the streetlight, the faint lines creasing the corners of his eyes. “Remind me,” I said slowly, “what was your name again?” He blinked, caught off guard. Then he scoffed, half amused, half exasperated. “You forgot my name again? It’s Gareth. Gareth Wren.” The name hit me like a half-remembered song. I studied him for a long moment before murmuring, “Gareth…” I smiled faintly. “You’re, what, seventy now?” “Sixty-eight,” he corrected, voice dry. “Why?”

"He was twenty-three. He hadn't even been on active rotation that long. And he died in a battle that was happening because you made a move that brought this to our door." She held his gaze. Let him say it. "You destroyed a vault and called yourself Alpha Supreme and now my brother is dead," Brennan said. His voice was flat. Not angry—past anger. "I didn't want more people dying for your war. I thought if Gareth had information—if he could challenge the title through the council instead of sending more men—" "He sent men anyway," she said. "I know." He pressed his lips together. "I know he did."

“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

Would be a riot to watch if he ever got his arse here. Brynne's roommate was another American living in London, studying art at university, and making her way. away from home. Her dad was a British citizen, though. London Met Pol-one Robert Hargreave, Chief Inspector, New Scotland Yard. I'd looked him up, and from all accounts he looked solid, a respected detective on the force. I supposed I should set up a meeting with him at some point too. Although things had been very quiet on the Senator Oakley front. No news was good news...I hoped. "What color is your amazing dress that will make me mad with jealousy when men drool over you wearing it?" I asked Brynne.