Garlan Tyrell Novels & Stories

Dante continued to laugh while Tyler tried to stifle his own laughter. "How do you not know Carlos?" Dante asked amused. "Cut the crap and tell me who he is or save it." I was already losing my patience but Dante did not care. "He is my Elder brother and he is an Alpha now." Tyler replied courteously when he observed from the mirror that I was no longer interested in Dante's game of guesses. "We are here." At announcement, I looked outside the tinted glass at the hospital wing reluctant to take Reign in there again, everytime we had brought her here, they were either only able to do little or something worse happened afterwards.

Prince Julien replies. “It seems it is,” she sighs. The two continues to gather their thoughts. Later that afternoon, the ruler of Inglaterra, Princess Ariana’s father, King Gregor Tyrell enters Tracy with gifts and his grand army to defend against the southwest. King Gregor Tyrell of the royal house of Tyrell is the seventeenth king of Inglatera. The rule of the Tyrell’s began during Gregor’s great-grandfather, Duke Desmond. Desmond won an internal strife in the kingdom. The other nobles rallied behind him and they all supported his ascension to the Inglateran throne.

" Erik looked at me confused but I wanted Ty to give him the story but me being me, I wanted it to hurt so I continued with a very detailed account of a very greedy Beta and his traitorous friends who got greedy. I went on to tell him how I had traveled to different lands to find magical ingredients and to get the help of Elijah and the other Kings to create the spell, so when you guys killed them, it put them in a thousand-year coma until it was time for them to be released. Well, technically they did die but never crossed over, only transformed into who you now know as the Valmore brothers. Erik's eyes opened, and he said, "It cannot be." I laughed and said, "Yes, Aidan, Drax, and Tyrell a

Tyrell pleads. Chase stop and turn to look at him then he arch his brows and take a step towards Tyrell. "How did you get their blood?... There's no way you can do that or else you have there blood, what did you do?" "I'm sorry Boss. I drugged Gray and was able to get his blood. About your uncle..." "Don't fuckin call him that!" Chase yell and kick at the table. Tyrell bow. "I'm sorry, I have one of his indoor soldier who's my spy get his blood"

"I'll do anything in return! Thank you so very much!" Something flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. ♡ "This way", he pointed down the garage and I followed him obediently and quietly. My eyes almost fell out my sockets – he drove the latest BMW. Black and polished perfectly, reflecting our faces on the car, tall and big unlike the lean and long cars rich man usually drove.

Morris said nothing as he held the bigger card leaving the smaller figure no choice but to kneel obediently. "I did as you said. Don't kill him, please let him go" an angel voice pleads as she kneels before a tyrant staring at her as if a hunter waiting to devour his prey. "I'm not done yet, angel. We barely start." Morris said as he wiped Clare's tears away. "Now be a good girl and suck it," Morris said as his hand motioned his already hardened cock. Clare's eyes widen with fear, she gulps as the imperious thought occupy her mind ‘The size is inhumane’

The first man finished and stepped aside so the second could come forth. "Being a merchant has me traveling to different cities, my lords. This man over here who claims to be Finlay isn't. I do not know if he had a change of face through the sorcerers outside of Easton, but a year ago, I saw him in the slums of Hightower, he visited the tattooist shop and came out with a red scorpion inked to his back. At first, I marveled at the sight of him having the same face as our late Alpha, so I trailed after him until he went into the tattooist shop and came out with the same tattoo as our late Alpha. It turned out no one knew who he was," the second man known as Tyrion concluded breathlessly with h

"So, who exactly are you?" The two sneered. "We're your uncles, Tyrell and Barrett. You're the son of our third brother, Cyrus, which makes you our nephew." "And we, the Lester family, are one of the renowned Great Four Warrior Clans of Mirage City! One of the rulers of this land!"

The color on her face drained in a heartbeat, and she looked at me with dawning horror. “What is your real name, Han?” “Gallahan,” I managed to say with my mouth that had gone completely dry over the reaction I was getting from her. “I am Gallahan Wick, the general of the Culling Army and the only son of the Alpha King.” And fuck. The heartbroken look on her face as the first tear rolled down her cheeks was enough to raise all my defenses up despite my efforts to keep them at bay. I wouldn’t let anyone judge me for my pain and how I handled it. Not even my fated mate.