Garwood Novels & Stories

he commands, pulling a cross out of his cloak. It's not just an ordinary cross, it's a freaking masterpiece that looks like it could be from the Middle Ages. It's at least fifteen inches long and the surface is beautifully carved in brilliant gold with ruby red stones set on each end. They're the most spectacular sparkling red I've ever seen. If I didn't know any better I'd swear it was yanked straight off of King Arthur's tomb or at least the Smithsonian.

ACCEPTING DEFEAT. Giordana. Without bothering to knock when I came across the door that had PHILIP FORBES inscribed on it, I barged into the office. The office was breathtaking. The background colors were white and black, a Black chair, and a cream table with an apple laptop on the top. Behind the chair was a large transparent glass window and you could see the city through it. To the left was a large shelf with books of different sizes and colors, then to the right was a black wall with bold letters of ROYALTY in Golden color and a coffee table in a corner with two couches and a three-seater. All in all the office was just fascinating.

~ Amara ~ The wrought-iron gate of the Linden Row warehouse creaked as I pushed it open. The sound was rusted and loud, a sharp contrast to the silent, oiled hinges of Moore Crest. Here, the air didn't smell like expensive jasmine candles or floor wax; it smelled of diesel, old cardboard, and the metallic tang of hardworking trucks. I took a deep breath, letting the gritty air settle in my lungs. It felt more like home than the mansion ever would.

"I hear the gardens are quite spectacular in bloom." My heart stutters - this wasn't in my prepared responses. "Oh yes, particularly the rose gardens-" "Curious." His fingers tighten on my waist, just shy of painful. "House Blackwood is famous for their lily fields. Not a single rose grows on their lands." The music continues, but the air grows thick with tension. His smile remains perfect ,practiced, yet something deadly now lurks in those green eyes. Other couples slowly stop dancing, wolves sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

It was real, and she will never get the chance to right her wrongs. "He's coming, Riley. Can you smell him? He's coming to us." Riley sniffed the air and could smell the pine and fresh grass scent. It was getting stronger. She sat up and looked around but couldn't see him. "I know you're out there. Show yourself!" she demanded. And there he was, her stranger, her mate. Hooded again, right before her. "I'm sorry, Riley. It's all my fault," he said. She could smell the guilt on him. The sadness within his voice and all around his body. She could hear his heartbeat, faintly, but she could hear it beat.

She huffed and looked up, the small sign above the door on the yellow-brick building to her left read: 'Bar Harbor Post. After checking her teeth in the mirror, Kari got out of the car and walked quickly across the street, a few elderly people walking the cobblestone paths that led from shop to shop. They waved, much to her surprise, and she waved back, adding in a 'good morning' for the hell of it. Odd to be around seemingly friendly people. She walked up two small concrete steps and slipped into the warmth of the small building, a bell jingling above her head. "Hello?" She walked through the small lobby, a long hall leading into the back with no one out front. She stood at the beginning of

She vowed to make the most of it, cherishing the chance to rebuild the bond they had lost to at least create new memories together. The imposing black limousine gracefully glided out of the garage, its engine purring with a refined power that matched its elegant exterior. Rose stepped inside, greeted by the plush leather seats that cradled her tired body, providing comfort from her ravaging thoughts. With a flicker of excitement, she felt the vehicle's gentle motion as it embarked on the journey towards the Lugard toy shop, her mother kept the name of the shop as Lugard to maintain the memory of Rose's Father.

You can take a leisurely stroll, relax on the lush green lawns, or find a quiet corner to read a book. Walk along Marine Drive at dawn: Marine Drive, also known as the "Queen's Necklace," is a picturesque promenade that runs along the Arabian Sea. Early morning is the best time to experience the tranquil side of this iconic place. Take a walk along the seafront, watch the sunrise, and enjoy the gentle breeze. The serene atmosphere and the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore can be truly calming.

“There's signs of struggle. She must have suffered before death. Whoever did it is malicious.” Jarvis sauntered over to the little table beside the bed and picked up an empty glass. He brought it to his nose and sniffed. He immediately grimaced in disgust and walked back, extending the glass to Kaizen. “It's a monkhood and wolfbane.” Kaizen took the glass from him and sniffed under his nose and indeed it was a monkhood fixed with wolf-bane, the deadliest form of poison for a werewolf.

window as the sector disappears as we enter the next one, moving along the familiar road from the south. It's not as crowded as it was yesterday, and the route is dotted with agents. "The Palace is under control," the maid had said. I think that's what she was referring to. The glittering marble wall ahead, reflecting the rising sun in the woods. I want to close my eyes, but I resist. I know I have to keep them open here. The gate is surrounded by white uniforms, agents who check incoming travelers. When the vehicle pulls over, the maid takes me out and leads me to the gate without taking the queue. No one protests or bothers to verify your identity. She must be known around here. As soon a