Garlan Tyrell Novels & Stories

I ordered him. "Yes ma'am." "Dear, I think Gabriella is right. We should consider-" Tyrelle sighed. He looked tired as the hectic exchanged continued that he decided to step forward in order to address my father as he cut him off. "Sir, I guess that you seem to recognize my name even though I was using my mother’s maiden name. My full name is Tyrelle Gawen Gridon, son of the head and Alpha of this town - Torian Gridon."

Gamma Tyrell (Ty) Cloudwater is a loyal footsoldier to King Aidan, he was killed along with Drax and Aidan in a coup by their best friend and blood-brother over a thousand years ago. These events led to him being reborn as one of the most powerful Supreme Beings with Aidan and Drax. Their mission is to keep the supernatural in line to maintain peace. On his journey expanding from revenge to love, he had to make a sacrifice to kill an evil entity, one he will regret or will he?

He was a high-fashion man and had once arrived late to his anniversary because of his body care routine. On my left are the twin brothers, Tyriel and Tyrion. Richard's last children and Carlan’s younger brothers. They both shared the same features and took after their mother, blonde bouncy curly waves and sharp black eyes. Tyrion was the nerdy one. Always too serious. Too quiet and introverted. And entirely different from Tyriel. Tyriel was a genius. And had closed the most deals in their father's company. But he was terrible at breaking rules, he loved parties and women, and was good at languishing money. Though they were just 22, and I was two years older.

Gerald said with a wink again and started filling his plate. He couldn’t ignore the fact that he liked these two love birds. Looking at them he prayed to God to keep them united. They both looked perfect together and deserved each other. But Gerald had forgotten one thing. Evil Eye was real. It could eat up a human too easily. There were many around them who were not happy with the union. They were waiting. They were waiting for them to commit just one mistake. Just one wrong step and boom! *** “How come you are visiting me during office hours?” Ashton Garner handed Chad the wine glass, “You are the first. Everyone in my life forgot about me the moment they didn’t need me. I have done this j

Chapter 36: The Summons "Your Majesty." The hall echoed with the synchronized voices of those kneeling before Alaric with their heads bowed low in reverence. Alaric's gaze swept over the gathered assembly. His piercing eyes took in the collection of mages, summoners, and mediums from across the kingdoms. But one figure in particular captured his attention—a tall, cloaked man with an air of both mystery and authority. It was Zavian, the rumored wise wizard who practiced both the light and dark arts.

Tyrone offered his hand to Sera and Sera looked at her brother for approval. With a forced smile on his face, Andric nodded. Though he didn't want his sister to dance with just anyone, Tyrone von Gale was one of the most sought out young nobles in their generation. He was a decent man who could stand on the same ground as the imperial princes and the sons of House Fiore. He was an even better man than the heir of his own house so many of their vassals supported him and petitioned for him to be the heir instead.

“I’m going without you.” “No no!” He yells dramatically. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” My soon four years old son immediately runs down the stairs. I smile on looking at him. He is so cute in his blue denim overalls and white shoes. Unfortunately, he resembles his father to such a point that I cry sometimes while looking at him. He took over all his features, even the eyes. That intense turquoise colour. I just pray that the colour will change gradually as he grows up. Eren runs to me and hugs my legs. Giggling, he raises his head to look at me with sheep eyes. “I love the Citadel.”

Everyone turned to look at the person that just spoke. Elder Valen. Something about him never sat right with me. “After all, Velmora is now Ashes.” He continued. I wonder whose fault it was. “See?” Vaelor said flatly. “You have good ministers.” His gaze swept across the room before landing on me. Then he smiled again. Disgusting tyrant. What the hell was on his mind? “That’s all for today. I’m tired.” The ministers bowed immediately as he left the hall.

Even the powers that Rena had inherited were only powers that Phinalona Taroc had been born with. The Taroc siblings were very well known in all of the Seven Realms. King Gareth, their father had ruled over the Southern Elven Realm for nearly three millenia. While a good chunk of Gareth's long reign had been peace filled, after the queen's mysterious death fifty years prior had only left Gareth cold and ruthless. He chose to let his subjects suffer as he suffered, losing the woman he loved had forever changed his persona.

The hapless Tyrell had been lured there under the promise of fame and fortune; final recognition that his abilities were to be recognised. Tyrell had what his mother called The Sight. His mother had told him that such things were common in their bloodline. Yet it was an ability that had eluded him for many years, developing only when he’d had an accident—a head injury when he’d tripped and fallen down a flight of steps at Birmingham Grand Central Station. He lost consciousness and found The Sight. Days later he’d come around in a hospital bed after neurosurgery to release pressure in his bruised and inflamed brain. Tyrell had heard voices, strange garbled murmurings that had eventually clear