Tyler Novels & Stories

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.

I was stunned but I composed myself. “I am Tyler.” I was not lying. I was Tyler, just not 17-year-old Tyler. “No, you’re like a different person. We all knew Tyler was a wanna-be, a copycat—” “Wait, hold on a minute,” I interrupted. “Sorry,” he smiled sheepishly. “I wastrying to make my point. I liked this version of you. This confident Tyler.” I secretly sighed in relief. I didn’t want to do start explaining if everybody thought suspicious of me. Besides, they’d only think I was out of my mind if I told them the truth.

Her eyes flicked to Tyler, "and who are you young man?" "Tyler North," Tyler actually gave a half bow, again making Grandmother puff up in pride, like she was ruffling her feathers, though Yuki was sure only she would notice. She was a stickler for good manners, especially when younger people were involved. "I am Hunter's cousin and I am here to support them."

Tyler smiled . "So you haven't been with anyone?" I asked. I didn't really want to be direct. "No." He replied . " No office fling. No one night stand." I asked. " No Larna. I am a virgin." Tyler said in almost a whisper. " Why are you whispering?" " Because it's embarrassing. Where have you seen a thirty year old virgin?" Tyler laughed nervously." But I want to save myself for the one I marry."

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Caroline: [Ty, this is Mommy.] During mealtime, Tyler felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He quickly retrieved it and opened a text message from an unknown number. The content of the message startled him, causing him to drop his fork with a clang. The sound caught Axel's attention, who then asked, "What's going on, Ty?" Tyler glanced at the nearby bodyguard and shook his head as he replied, "Nothing, I just saw the news."

BLAIR POV My hands flew to my flaming cheeks. “You had spilled the quiet part so loudly, sir.” I looked around hoping that I was the only one who had heard what he had said. He held his hands out. “I'm Tyler, and I'm all about spilling the quiet part loudly.” I stared at his hands for a few seconds before shaking them. “Blair. And I regularly burst out into flames when I get a little embarrassed, so maybe, you could cool it with the bluntness.”

Especially with males who have always gotten their way and previously only used one way to settle an argument. Tye is supposed to be helping me get rid of the sofa, but Killian gave an alpha command to “stop,” so now Tye’s standing at the top of the ramp Killian built to replace our front steps, blocking me from shoving the foul thing the rest of the way out of our cabin.

he warned, his voice low and menacing, eyes narrowing into a glare. "And who the hell do you think you are?" Asher shot back, trying to maintain his composure. "You really have no clue, do you?" Tyler replied, his tone dripping with hate. "Who would give a shit about you?" Asher retorted, arrogance lacing his words. Tyler took a step closer, his expression darkening. "Alright then, I am Tyler Reed, but that’s just my mother’s last name. My real name? Tyler Wilde." Asher’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What?"