Gareth Fgo Novels & Stories

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.

A tense silence hangs in the air before Gareth's laughter cuts through the tension. His laughter starts low, progressing into something sinister and nerve-wracking. "Is it a fucking toy to you?" His voice jolts through me, giving my gut a painful squeeze. But I don't falter. "Father gave it to me." "Father clearly was not in his right mind when he wrote his will." Gareth's voice climbs in volume, and this time, I flinch hard. "There is no part of you that is deserving of leading Rodriquez Brands. If anyone should lead the company, it should be fucking me." He jabs a finger at his chest. "I stayed with Father. I helped him with the company. I worked for it while you were out there playing hou

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He feared Williams would go nuts anytime from now, he needed to take fast actions. Getting to the front of the tall building, he got down from the car and walked toward the building. Few steps from the entrance, he spotted a young lady dancing like dangling wire. Mario gave her a scrutinizing look, that was the weirdest thing he had seen in years. He shook his head and disappeared into the building. *** “You got a job?!” Hannah exclaimed. “Yes mother. A good job.” Gwenevere answered, shoulders high, eyes closed. This was a moment to be proud of herself.

"Go on, Scarlett. Who was this human?" Scarlett hesitated for a moment before continuing, her voice soft but firm. "His name was Gareth. He left Celestria a while ago, but I remember his fascination with our abilities. He would often inquire about the mechanics of our longevity." Viggo's expression shifted from confusion to realization. "Gareth... Yes, I've heard of him. He had ambitions that extended beyond his human lifespan." Richard leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Could it be that he was connected to Gandalf somehow?"

Gareth and I quickly bowed apologetically. “You're late,” he gruffs out. Mr. Gareth is a 52 years old Lycan bachelor. I don't know the back story, but somehow, he didn't get mated to anyone so he has no one to spend forever with. I think that's why he's always being a grouch, like right now. “I'm so sorry, I had a little setback,“ I point at the little bandage on my nose. “Had to get treated,“ “That's bullshit. Five dollars will be deducted from your pay, and another five if you don't get your ass to work immediately!“

I dont need a bell from heaven to tell me what was happening. Gareth was no longer the Beta I trusted, but a mindless predator with glowing red eyes, his face twisted with barely controlled lust. The pull had gotten hold of him. “Garreth!” I called, but he didn’t respond. His gaze was locked on Cara, like a wolf on the edge, and he was moments from pouncing.

I was a woman with a job, a purpose, and. "Thinking too hard?" That low, velvet baritone vibrated through the air behind me. It didn't startle me; it was too grounded for that. But it did make my pulse hitch. I turned. Gareth was standing in the doorway. He’d ditched the professional button-down he usually wore for a simple black T-shirt that hugged the hard lines of his shoulders. In his hands, he held two oversized ceramic mugs, wisps of steam curling into the night air.

Gareth's steadfast tones dispelled the last lingering doubts that perhaps I still lacked necessary experience coordinating full pack defenses. Squaring my shoulders, I turned to grasp wrists with Freeway's weapons master in sincere appreciation. "I would uphold this sacred charge with my last measure of blood, old friend." "I expect no less." Gareth's teeth flashed in a ferocious grin as he leaned closer. "Rouse me the instant those Rogue dogs show snouts near our territory! My steel and I crave a bit of sport soon enough." I barked a laugh at his transparent eagerness to engage our foes, however longstanding the rivalry ran. Clapping his broad back, I cast sharp gaze across the murmuring th

“It’s me, your brother. Gareth.” The name alone made my jaw clench. Gareth Fernandez. Technically, we didn’t even share the same surname anymore, but we were bound by blood, whether I liked it or not. “I called because I missed you,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery, immediately putting me on edge. “What the hell do you want, Gareth?” I shot back, masking the unease in my gut. “I’ve been hearing things, you know,” he continued, a smug laugh in his tone. “About how you’ve been growing your pack, gaining power, becoming a name people respect. You’re building a kingdom, brother, and you’re doing it without letting people know we’re family.”