Novel Fergus Novels & Stories

I have to save him. He laughs as he falls safely into my arms. I hold him closer than I ever did before. Lucas joins us and nuzzles us both. “What were thinking?” I ask Fergus, tears falling down my face. “You worried us so much. Why did you leave Mommy and Daddy?” “Fairy!” Fergus said, pointing excitedly towards a tree close to us. “Pretty!” I look a little closer and am surprised to see that he’s right. Hiding in the shadows is a fairy with silver wings, pink hair, and moonlight eyes.

It was a cruel world we lived in, where those who were different were not accepted. But as I lay there, I also felt a sense of hope. Maybe one day, we could live in a world where all beings were accepted for who they were, regardless of their shape or form. With that thought in mind, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a better future for all creatures, both human and non-human alike... ★[Fergus POV]★ I woke up very early in the morning and drove by myself to the old park house, as I was unable to take out the curiosity I had toward the place and the possibility of finding something new was always on my mind.

No doubt he would be what the world called a ' good husband ' - he wouldn't be unfaithful to his wife ; he didn't drink or gamble and he was carefu with money , but how boring he would be to a girl of high spirits . Little Lucy would get no fun out of her marriage ' No , said Jerry aloud . ' I damn well can't let that happen . He turned to Fergus who was solemnly hauling in his net ' Why have you never married , Fergus , my boy ? The piper's son replied that he thought little of women and as soon as one got tied to a lassie , there was trouble . I'm a peaceable man , ' he added . So I keep away ' . ' You're a philosopher , " retorted Jerry . Let's get back to Kilrossan . I'm not in the mood

Sebastian retorted in response to Fergus' rude questioning. Fergus had graduated from medical school and was considered one of Steinberg's ten most talented young men. He ran a pharmaceutical company of his own and had a net worth of over a billion dollars. As he had published numerous academic articles related to the field of medicine, he gained a lot of recognition and became one of the most well-received young professionals in Steinberg. However, Sebastian did not like Fergus. Firstly, it was because Fergus kept trying to woo Whitney despite knowing that she was married. That made him incredibly annoying in Sebastian's eyes.

“ Then, let’s make a deal. “ Black with a serious but adorable look stated. Fergus smiled but deep inside, he wanted to run away and go to his wife. He wanted to locked the door and be with her sleeping wife for the meantime, in order to sniff her scent so that his headache will fade away. Damn! He used to be a cold-blooded Ceo with a highest rank in the whole country. He often let people bow to him by just glancing at them. But why does he feel that someone will control him someday? Not his son but his wife! **** A/N: Hello! I hope you like this chapter. Sorry for the short update. Thank you and love you all!乂❤‿❤乂(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

he snapped the book shut, dust puffing off the spine–“I’m surprised you even talk.” Rowan crossed his arms. “What, just cause I'm not Erwin?” Rowan muttered. Floyd snorted, “Yeah, dude never shuts up” he slid the book back into place. “What book are you even looking for?” Floyd ignored the question, dropped into a chair, and fanned the pages of another book like a deck of cards. “You should be at the feast. I’m not here to chat.” Rowan raised a brow. “Could say the same for you.”

“Would you like another try lass?” Serra fought an urge to scream and strode away muttering to herself. Sharlett pursed her lips and placed one finger against her cheek. “I think we should all leave Serra alone for a few hours,” she paused. “Don’t break too much furniture dear,” Sharlett called after the swearing Serra. “She smashed a chair to kindling last year,” she murmured to the others. Kenward laughed again. Hrodgar winced. “Ladies, I apologise for my overbearing friend here. This is Sir Kenward, from Isla. I am Sir Hrodgar, from Ulfwyn,” he introduced himself, scratching at his beard.

Let someone carry up warm water for washing later. A glance from Fergus - sharp as stone - lands on me, studying the plain blue fabric, the mess of my hair after wind, how I stand without court grace. In his view, just another gentle southerner lost here. His back bends again into that rigid dip of respect. The words come flat: obedience served cold

Dimitri crouched beside them. “And we stay ready.” Because outside those doors—beyond the cameras—something was already shifting. Not retreat. Not silence. A storm gathering answers of its own. It didn’t take long. By the time they reached the penthouse, the city had begun to shift. Lena’s team flooded the upstairs sitting room—phones alive with calls, screens blooming with headlines: “Petrova Speaks: The Blood Feud Behind the Fortune” “Zoe Volkov: The Heir the Old Guard Couldn’t Erase”

Jamie shrugged indifferently. "You know the Fortress is protected with magic right?" Alfred asked and the boys nodded in reply. "It was Alex's idea after our futile search for a dependable security." "He created it?" Jamie asked with disappointment. "Yes, he did. In fact, he relieved us all of stress as all he just did was to find a magic book on protection and cast a few spells and that was all." "Still can't believe all these," Jamie sighed defeatedly. "Let's take a look at these," Alfred said, moving from the centre of the room with the boys to the shelves that housed the magic books.