Garlan Tyrell Novels & Stories

“Mommy, can we have a princess tea party now?” Emma raised an eyebrow. “Only if your dad agrees to wear the tiara this time.” Thomas groaned, slumping dramatically against the couch. “Why is it always me?” “Because you’re the funniest in a tiara,” Emma said, biting back a laugh. Lily clapped her hands. “Daddy in a tiara! Daddy in a tiara!” Thomas sighed, putting his guitar aside. “Alright, fine. But only because I love you both.” Emma disappeared into the other room, returning moments later with a pink plastic tiara. She placed it on Thomas’s head, adjusting it with a smirk. “Perfect.”

Then he pulled out a little black notebook from his pocket, flipped it open, and cleared his throat like he was about to read the weather. "Listen up, all of you, " he announced. "A message from the King himself. Out of the thousands of the pathetic dregs we gathered, you hundreds have been chosen as the lucky candidates to participate in the Great Hunt. Consider it an honor. Most females never get this close to real power." Lucky?

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

Daren had to act fast, He left the room to give her privacy and went down to the bar, people chatted about, even though it was still early a pint of beer wouldn't hurt. Daren sat at the table and stared at the tattoo on his hand, two staffs intercrossing, a mark of the house of tejel, the guardians of the elixtus from the beginning of the kingdom. Daren wondered what his father would be saying if he saw him now, he would lament and shout on how he had failed his charge, of course that's how he died, protecting the king kelin till he died.

At this, Velsusi turned and looked at Barbul. “There is one among you who can defeat Gordan. Let him come and bury Gordan here today and lead you out of the darkness.” Silence held over the battlefield for many a moment until a young warrior of the clan Tared stood out front. It was Myrmidon ‘The Tall’, son of Donya, son of Kelfar, brother of Craninocus, of Ethor. “I will fight Gordan,” Myrmidon said as he raised his sword. “So, it shall be,” Velsusi said and smiled. “Let him who defeats Gordan be the rightful king and true Emperor.”

"I have found my Mate." "Wow, really?" "Yes father." "Who is she?" "She was in a haste when I saw her yesterday but she told me her name, Ariel. I haven't seen her around here before so I think she is from the late King Reed kingdom." "Okay, whenever you meet her, bring her with you to see me." "Okay father." Tyler said. "If you will excuse me father, I need to go." "You can go son." Tyler left the throne room. *****