Quest For Tyr Novels & Stories

"There is something I should have told you a long time ago." Tyra looked at him across the candlelit room. At the blood dried on his jaw. The exhaustion behind his gold eyes. The way he was standing like a man who had made a decision and was not going to unmake it regardless of what happened next. "Then tell me," she said. Troy looked at her steadily. "I was sent to hunt you," he said. The candle flame moved. Everything else went completely still.

Right on cue, the mechanical chime rang in my mind. "Congratulations, Host. They've started crying for you, and their regret meter has risen to 20%. It looks like you'll hit your target in no time." I shook my head, not holding out much hope. Ethan was only reacting out of pure fright. The second Owen came over to comfort him, Ethan would completely forget about me. It looked like I was never going to get the chance to return to the real world after all. "Audrey, what's taking you so long? What kind of stunt is he pulling this time?"

he started, this time the look was so serious. "No Leo, I will not succumb to anything", she tries to move away. But he won't allow her, sex is not requested in discussion, "she growls at him". "You want me". He whispers hoarsely. "Yes I want you". I have never wanted anyone in the damn world, but she was not going to get carried away with that. She bit her lips to keep from moaning from his naughty hands on his necks, "common tyrant let me go" she said in a whisper to calm the atmosphere ".

Clare was trembling at the mere sight of the tyrant. Will she be able to escape? "Enough running angel?" Morris' icy tone turned the night breeze chiller but Clare could see the burning flame in the depth of Morris' eyes burning right through her core. Of all the feelings Christ had experienced upon learning of Morris’s yearning for Clare, nothing compared to the fury that exploded when he finally saw Morris in person. He stepped forward, and hid Clare behind. "Get out of the way you bastard!" Christ spit the words out with unbearable rage only to sound as a joke to the tyrant who responded with a mocking laugh.

Even if I have the same shape as Kiah, it won't change the fact that I am a cursed demoted Beta, so it's of no use working out. All I have to do is to find my second chance mate. He will have to reject me too if he doesn't want me as well so I can move on and stop having him in my mind. I dragged the trash bag so I could dispose of it only to see Tyrion standing at the entrance. “This place isn't for visitors, and besides we shouldn't be seeing each other right…?” He dipped his palm into his pocket and took slow steps towards me. “Didn't you hear it?”

"Sébastien, you had been so brave back then. You knew what would happen, but you didn't stop fighting till the end. Can you forgive me for throwing in the towel? I never meant to spiral back to this – I didn't want to get drunk on the regular again. I didn't want to loathe in self-pity. After your death I had sworn I would never give up and fight until my body would give in. That's why I took the company over and fought against our parents. When the company had been renovated, I had thrown one of the stones you had sent me into the soil to never forget what we promised you: to always look forward." I tried not to sob. "Jesus Christ, Sébastien, can you ever forgive me?" A rustling noise made

I said, trying to focus on the puzzle pieces in front of me, avoiding his intense gaze. "You mean to tell me you hired her as your secretary, and you’ll be working closely with her?" His tone was incredulous, disbelief etched across his face. "Absolutely," I replied, not backing down. "So do you trust her?" he asked, skepticism dripping from his words. "Never," I said, finally completing the second side of the puzzle, feeling a sense of satisfaction amidst the chaos of my thoughts. "Then what is this game you’re playing, Theo? You want her around you, yet you don’t trust her," he challenged, leaning forward, clearly trying to understand my motives.

I could tell some of them while the others, I didn't knew what purpose they serve. "Do you want it?" he asked with desire and lust. He seemed so impatient and desperate to have his way with me. I too wanted this, I wanted it to feel good and feel desired. His lustful gaze making me hot. It was more than just lust, it seemed like obsession and a desire to claim me. "Yes" I said shyly biting my lips making him want to fuck me that hard. My simple most action making him hard as fuck. I want him too, even though he's almost my father's age.

She was very wrong. “What do you mean by that! Y- You crazy girl! You’ve basically made a pact with devil! I told you not to speak to that man!” Her pale face was ashen, her hands clutched her head at her approaching migraine, but most of all, she prominently glared at Alexis. Then as if losing all hope her hands fell dramatically to her side, “The Kaedmen Empire has no hope…” she muttered with desolate eyes that stared up at the ceiling, searching for some kind of light. Hector was also exactly the same, except a much more milder version. He pinched the bridge of his nose with an annoyed expression as he summoned mountains of book. Some related to Vampires and others that might just help th

This situation is really bad… I need to find a way to get in! I need to enter the temple or else… my identity as a Dark-type Sorceress will be found out! Suddenly a message popped out in front of me, the system window displayed the beginning of a new quest… [Quest: The Founders Ceremony; The host must be part of the ceremony and receive the blessings, a reward will be given upon completing the quest, in case the host fails, a penalty will be received]