Garlan Tyrell Novels & Stories

"You fool, you're as dumb as a pig. You have no connection with Orin's son. Why would I ask you to arrange a meeting with him? I'm telling you to arrange a meeting with Wilbur. Orin's son will naturally follow along. By then, I'll find a way to deal with Orin's son. Don't worry, I'll spare your cash cow." "Thank you, Tyrel, thank you." Gaben finally felt relieved. He let out a sigh of relief. After all, Tyrel was a ruthless person with blood on his hands. If Tyrel, due to the pain of losing his son, was determined to get rid of Faron at all costs, Wilbur probably would not survive either. However, it seemed that Tyrel had not lost his sanity. Gaben had reached his current position through ex

I say, making Tywin roll his eyes. “I assure you, they are highly trained..” “When were you last in contact with them, Tywin? A couple of days ago, maybe three or four?” “About four, yes?” Why?” He asks, his brows knitting together. “They are dead. Someone killed them. Actually, that’s not entirely true. They were wiped from this realm according to my sources - obliterated was the word used. Also, they were called drunken whores, not fierce warriors.” Tywin just glares at me, then he turns on his heels and hurries from the room. I look after him with a smile of pure unadulterated satisfaction on my face, and Silvan just sighs.

King Darin explained to his son. Getting up to his feet, "I have heard you father, I will think about what you told me." Dean said staring at his father. "I am taking my leave now father." With that he left his father. "The gods knows I have tried my best, it is now left for him to decide which path to take." King Darin said to himself. **** "Who is Tharollin?" Sarah and Jorkallun both asked themselves. "I mean I understood that this Tharollin of a person, is with the bones of Lucifer which he took from the Gate of Darkness which was open by-" Jorkallun stopped mid-way as he gasped loudly and Sarah who had been listening eyes widened up.

She drank de Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron

I have my share of she-wolves as well, but not like Roman, as my second in command, he has a lot of duties in the kingdom and works with most of the elders to see the kingdom run smoothly. ***** Draxon (Drax) Philmont is my Gamma and Tyrell (Ty) Cloudwater is my Delta, who are also my best friends and blood brothers. We have known each other a long time and we have partied together, trained together, and taken a blood oath to always be loyal and true to each other. We also lost our fathers in the war they took up their positions when I did, to help bring prosperity back to the kingdom. Drax usually deals with all the security in the kingdom and will be head of my future Queen's protection de

One of the girl asked her, "What do you think about him?" Elaine who was lost in her own thoughts looked at her, "Huh…uhhh..he is nice." "Just nice. Elaine are you blind? Sick probably? He is Michael Tyrell the boss of the top most company 'Tyrell group' of the legendary 'Tyrell family." The girl emphasized each of the word.

she blurted the information as fast as possible to avoid reprisals. “And what do you expect us to do with this information, mutt?” Garolinius asked in a high-pitched, feminine voice. Youngest of the three brothers, it was well known in Elaris that Garolinius was unstable. He still held the same characteristics he shared with his older brothers yet there was a sadistic streak to Garolinius they did not share. While the elder Elves were capable of any act to get what they wanted, Garolinius revelled in causing pain and torture for the sake of it, for his own amusement. Smaller and weaker than his elder brothers, Garolinius was to be feared more than they for his instability and unpredictable n

His wolf was a pale silver, slender yet strong, embodying the contradiction of his rank and presence. Tyrel Rian Gallagher, a human and the Emperor of the entertainment industry, was an outlier in the supernatural world, but his connection to Allistair and Allex was undeniable. He was a strikingly beautiful man, with his sharp jawline and golden-brown skin exuding an almost ethereal aura. His eyes, a deep, molten brown, gleamed with intelligence and ambition, marking him as someone who could command a room with a single glance. Though he lacked a wolf, Tyrel's presence alone was enough to make him seem like an alpha among men, and his status as a wealthy CEO only added to the air of power ar

"He gave Lydia a Black Card today. Five million. He thinks he’s securing his future." Tyler let out a dark, jagged laugh. "Five million? Demn, Charlie always was a cheap bastard when it came to his own soul. He thinks he’s the king of the Vane family, but he’s forgotten that I’m the one who holds the scepter. I’m the one who decides who stays in the palace and who gets thrown into the street."

Tycelyn said with a smile on her face, anybody could easily tell that the smile didn't come from her mind. We both left the room together, definitely not hand in hand, we gave each other distance. "My daughters are here," Father hugged me and Tycelyn and we returned the hug. Grandfather wasn't able to make it and thank goodness he wasn't else my wedding would have been about her. Tycelyn was crazy for wearing a black dress to my wedding, the photographer better take a good shot of the dress because that's what I would be wearing to her funeral. "Crazy how my son will be the heir of the Juhani empire, I will even be happy if it's a girl," I rubbed my belly.