Gareth Fgo Novels & Stories

Theodore had fear in his eyes for an instant but he soon overcame that with smirk adoring his lips. "You mean your men who are lying dead outside. Ops sorry my men killed them." Gareth said revolving the gun in his hands. He had a smirk capturing his lips while standing in front of Theodore in all his glory. Soon his men also entered the room standing behind Gareth as Emir also tried to get trying to hold back his moans. "So how are you half-brother?" Theodore asked smirking looking at Gareth's men behind him.

The air was thick with gasoline and blood. I groaned, trying to hard to keep my eyes open. “You bitch!” Gareth snarled, his voice sounding distant. “I'm doing you a favour. Taking you away from my father.” I couldn't register his words. My mind still in haze. Radio crackled through the heavy silence. “Gareth Wellington! Step out from the car... slowly,” an officer's voice boomed through the speaker. Gareth froze. His chest heaving in heavy bursts. Without a word,he pushed the door open and stepped out.

I think my mom kept trying so I'm not the only girl, but that's never happening. In order, Gareth, 28, blond, blue eyed (you'll get used to these features) built like a wall. A wall meant to keep out dragons. Thomas, 25, dirty blond, blue eyes, head of our tactical team. Broad shoulders, strong arms, built like a sequoia tree.

“So you’ve got twelve ancient beings as houseguests, in Dead Fang territory, with three hundred wolves about to show up.” “I’m aware,” I told him. “Just checking.” Gareth appeared from the settlement, moving cautious around his ribs, stopping at the edge. He took in the figures, the falling gold, the quiet. Then he looked at me and just waited. “I leave for two hours,” he said. “There was a lot,” I said. “Evidently.” He checked the sky. “Is it done?” “The worst of it,” I said. He echoed, “The worst of it. Comforting.” He eased down onto a root and took it all in, like a man running the math. “So what now?”

Gamma Samuel said. Not long into the whole thing, I saw warriors troop out of those cars and that scared everyone away. Gamma Samuel seeing that, was forced to step out and ask questions. He walked to the front and waited till the Alpha came out of his car. Alpha Gareth was in his robe, that must have been his best robe. Who is he trying to impress? Gamma Samuel was making it obvious that he didn’t care about all of these. “Good day, Alpha Gareth” he had said.

Gareth restructured everything. He did it without announcement or explanation, simply arrived at the morning session on the day after Maren's message with a new schedule written on a single piece of paper that he handed to me and to the three senior warriors who had become my primary training partners without ceremony. I read it.

And Gabe was probably behind it. “D-Do you really not want to work for my family?” Gareth asked. “I’ll pay you billions.” “I have seen all the wealth there is in the world,” Gabe responded. “I see…” Gareth didn’t know what to say after Gabe said such bold words. What was he even supposed to make of such words? Was Gabe from a royal family or something? He didn’t think so, but he didn’t dare question Gabe's personal details, either. “As you said, Gregg targeted us,” Gareth said. “I didn’t think he’d come after me so soon. The beating I gave him was clearly not enough.”

However, from Gareth's perspective, it seemed like Adrian was paralyzed with fear. Gareth's eyes narrowed, and he burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Are you scared out of your wits, kid?" Adrian calmly responded, "Scared? Not at all. I'm just considering whether to use the Frost Crystal Divine Sword against you all.” "Frost Divine Sword..." Gareth froze. He felt like his heart had plummeted into an abyss. He cursed under his breath, "This is simply too coincidental. This kid repaired the Frost Crystal Divine Sword?" He refused to believe it. However, one's unwillingness to believe wouldn’t resolve anything.

His hands were clenched, and his breathing seemed unstable. “Farel?” Father approached. “What’s wrong?” Farel swallowed, then looked at me before finally looking at Father. “Alpha Gareth... he has passed away.” I felt frozen in place. How could this be, and why? Hadn’t the threat of Alpha Gareth’s death been eliminated?

a familiar voice sliced through the air as Gareth walked toward them. His hands were dipped neatly into the pockets of his perfectly pressed suit pants. He stopped beside Isla and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Isla forced a smile. “Hunn, I was just telling—” “Mr. Damien Da Silva,” Gareth pulled his free hand from his pocket and extended it toward him. Damien stared at his hand like he wanted to burn it into ashes with his eyes.