Garlan Tyrell Novels & Stories

The unnatural spiral is visible for all to see. Gasps echoed even louder than the laughter before. Most didn’t know what it meant, but for those that knew. It carried greater importance. “The Royal Pelasgus Bloodline of Pure Lycans,” someone whispered. “The birthright of rulers before your name ever tainted this land. I was an orphan so I never got to know my heritage. But the great old wolf, Tyrion, helped me realize this fact.” Aurelius’ expression hardened. “That mark proves nothing.”

I don't remember anyone feeding on me that night nor the conversation between us. "I don't want your help, Tyrell. And I told you, until I regain my memories, don't go around spilling my secrets that you promised to keep. Please." I tried to convince him and he gave me another look of disapproval, a slight hint of concern flashing through his eyes. "I can't hide this from Draven for long-" "Hey," A familiar voice interrupted us. "Mind if I steal her highness for one dance?" I turned to face Zack Ramorey from Alorain family of the vampires and glanced at Tyrell, who was now sending him a deadly glare.

She stared deadly at the other party with malice and hatred; she did not at all see this coming, that this Young Master Hunt was a shameless b*stard! “Shameless b*stard?” Tyrell chuckled loud again. “What’s so shameless about me? Even if I kill all geniuses of the Cabello family, it’s still within the rules of the tournament. But, I won’t kill you now, I still want to have some fun with you. I’ll keep you with me, and when we go out to public places, I’ll show everyone that the Three Golden Flowers are my women!” Tyrell’s eyes were covered with madness. “If the three of you carried my babies in the future, that would be even better! Maybe, by that time, each of you heavily pregnant with a ba

Temilorun paused and swallowed saliva. “What, T.M?” “I don’t think he’s genuine.” she said and raised her face to Gwenevere to show her uncertainty. Gwenevere placed her hand on her back and patted her symmetrically. Then she continued “You know, in a way, I think he’s pretending.” Temilorun said still shining her brown eyes at Gwenevere. “Whoa… that’s a big one.” She adjusted her stance. “Why do you think so? I mean, I’ve seen him countless times, I have not noticed that.”

Instead of pulling away, he held my hand. “Calm down, Maggie. I’m going to help you. Don’t worry. Tell me what happened—slowly.” Something in his tone steadied me. His face… I had seen it before. Then my eyes fell to the nameplate on his uniform. Gallen Hale. “You remember me, Maggie?” he asked gently. Our eyes met. His gaze was soft, reassuring. “You’re…” My words trailed off as I studied him again, disbelief washing over me. I shook my head. “Weren’t you supposed to become an office worker? How are you a police officer?”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

She speaks in riddles, and she always wants me to drink tea. I clear my throat, and Gael trots over from where he’s been hanging out in the trees behind the outbuilding across the way. I’ve smelled him there for the past hour or so. “Tye send you?” I ask him in a low voice. I don’t want to wake the females. “I volunteered.” I nod at his face. “You look like you got run over by a Mack truck.” His nose isn’t gonna be the same. Looks better now. It’s got character.

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

“I wouldn’t lie though, I am more curious about seeing your powers than wanting to know your reason for coming here. But then, we are out in public. You wouldn’t want to draw attention to yourself, would you?” “No,” he chuckled. “I wouldn’t.” “So go ahead and tell me your tale.” Gwen said, crossing her legs. “I am all ears.” Tyron released a long sigh, then looked at the sky. “Remember that I told you that my father is amongst the elite of the Enu realm? Well, he is an upper-class member, you could say.” He paused, then continued. “He sent me on a journey to find his biggest enemy since none of his men could do so for years. He was right in his decision to send me because I finally have a le

Lauren were supposed to meet. Immediately he got there, Ms. Lauren was already waiting for him and he quickly walk to join her where she was seated. "How were your findings, Carl?" With a very curious and anxious look on her face, Ms. Lauren asked him. "I will say not good... I don't think James is the hybrid we are looking for!" Carl uttered calmly and confidently. "What do you mean by your statements Carl?" Ms. Lauren questioned him, as she sounded disappointed by what he said. "Yes, he's strong and he's going to be the Alpha of the Omega pack... But the main feature he's supposed to have, to show that he's the hybrid that we seek, is not on his body!" Carl further explains to her.