Gareth Fgo Novels & Stories

Lucian Gareth walked in with two warriors flanking his sides. Their eyes scanned the room thoroughly as they held their unsheathed blades firm. Gareth walked up to me, and immediately I expected him to walk past me and towards the sacred elder behind me, but his reaction totally caught me by surprise. He bowed his head slightly. “Alpha, I’m sorry to barge in, but we were just worried after what Maddox had informed us.”

A section that couldn't hold pressure, then a gap, then the gap spreading because the sections around it were reacting to the gap instead of their own positions. Stefan's voice: "Center is breaking. Contracted warriors pulling back—" She'd expected the contracted fighters to break first. They always did. They were there for pay, not for Gareth's war. "Ironwood fighters holding," Stefan continued. "Gareth's personal unit—still committed—" "Where is he?" she said. A pause. "Eastern woodland, thirty meters from the second line. He shifted—he's in wolf form." She looked at the map. Gareth in wolf form, thirty meters from her line, his contracted center breaking around him.

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

Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them. He looked all man now, gone was the usual boyish charm I used to see around him. The caption said, “GHANAIAN MILLIONAIRE? BRIAN SMITH HAS MADE IT ON THE FORBES 100 LIST OF YOUNG RICH MALES.” My heart skipped a beat, a I immediately threw the magazine in the trash can near my desk. God, why? I don’t know what the hell that was, but right after I’d gotten my life on track, and could actually say I was happy, I see this.

His lips curl into a cruel smirk, revealing sharp fangs that glint in the darkness. Long, dark hair frames his face like a veil of shadows, cascading down his back in a tangled mass. His hands are adorned with claws, each one a deadly weapon capable of rending flesh with ease. “You ended the love of my life.” “Had you not become mates with her or stolen her from me, Gaya would still be alive." He said. I froze. Gaya was my mother's nam “All she left behind is a spitting image of her.” He said, turning to me. “I loved your mother dearly my dear, but she chose him over me.” “I believed there would be a chance to get her back one day, but they killed her.” I was too stunned to speak. If my moth

Rekindle the romance. He had regrets about dating Ava. Am I the fool? I snapped out of it when a loud noise filled my ears. Avery was jumping, and there was a guy I’d never seen before clapping and smiling at her. “You’ve got a good aim.” “Gareth, what on earth are you doing here?” “What? Can’t a man love a festival too?” She smiled, and I felt irritation in my chest. I stepped closer, looking at the man hard. Gareth. I’ve heard Ryan mention that name. This is his necro nurse. The woman who was smitten by Avery and what she did for their ongoing case.

Even without warrior training, shifters were still strong and I knew that if we needed assistance we could call on some of the others to join us, but I really hoped it wouldn’t come to that. It was a little past midnight when the first creature attacked at the western boundary. Gavrael teleported over there as soon as the warriors there alerted him. He was done with it and back in less than a minute since it was just one creature. It was almost an hour after that before a group of five creatures attacked the northwest boundary. One of them had managed to injure a warrior before Gavrael got there and burnt them all to ashes, then he returned to me. We also discovered something we hadn’t durin

Evie would panic and Rodney’s curse would worsen, bringing back chaos to the pack. I smiled, my mind forming the exact details of the plan that would get Tommy out. “Come with me,” I told Janice and we both left the room, descending the stairs into the floors of the pack house. I knew someone desperate enough to help me in the old servant quarters. Gareth was a former warrior who spent most of his time in an old storage room. He was a useless drunk who had become frustrated after being unfairly dismissed from the warrior faction. “You said no killing, right?” Gareth asked after listening to the entire plan.