Tyr Questline Novels & Stories

If I wanted to defeat him, I had to go down to his pathetic level. Everything was happening at once, as though fate had already decided to tighten the noose around my neck. Fine. That’s alright. I’ve faced worse. The hunt would be my opportunity. I wouldn’t let it go to waste. I didn’t know what Elder Valen had in store but it would be worth a shot and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. Whether I returned from the hunt as the tyrant’s killer…. Or a failure. Only fate would decide.

POV Nicholas From the very first moment my name was called and the red curtain swept aside, I was certain of one thing—Mom would come for me. I had been scared. I had cried. My throat had even gone hoarse from calling for her over and over again in my head. But I couldn’t keep crying. If Mom knew I was crying, she would be sadder than anyone else in the world. I am Nicholas Hayes. I am Mom’s son. And Mom always finds her way back to me.

I could give them back to Luciano for ransome, but that could go wrong very fast. The best bet was to stick to the initial plan. Force her to turn and collect her fur. I was owed that much after everything. “I don’t know Carter. I just feel like there are a lot of things we didn’t plan for. First the hunters, then the dead wolves and now a pregnant Arianna. What other surprises are waiting.” “We are in this already, you want to chicken out now?” I asked her. “No.” She sighed. “Where did you even find this doctor guy?”

"I have spent the last forty-eight hours out in the cold, trying to track Ira, trying to gather information on where they could have taken our mate." "So please, confirm to me." I stopped a few metres away from him and the other Elders, who looked like they couldn't care less about the situation. "Tell me that this old man lied through his teeth." "Tell me that I heard incorrectly." My heartbeat increased, so much so I could hear my own breathing as I waited - waited for my twin brother, best friend, and king to tell me he didn't betray me. To tell me he didn't betray our mate. "Eros!" I roared when he refused to speak, eyes darkening. "Say something, Eros!"

Unparalleled in strength to all and none. Only twice would he be outrun. Saved by the blood of a first blessed one He will be important for a greater war to be won. His ultimate redemption would be a red one. She will light the spark for the war to come. Keeping the beast from being undone Promised to the Tyrant, she will be the one I had not even finished reading the scarp of paper aloud, when I sob escaped Stray's mouth. "I am sorry, this is all happening because of me." She said in between those sobs, as she ran up the stairs.

Shawn trembled a bit as he moved close to Lady Macbeth, as much as he used to come to this place most times with Lady Macbeth —he still fears the old crazy lady who loves hiding inside her room whenever they come by to see her. "Yes, your right, Matilda," Lady Macbeth responded, her hand clamped together as she fidget her fingers while waiting to hear what Matilda would have to say to her. "The alpha has a connection with the dragons, a connection that was forged thousands of years ago with his mate," Matilda disclosed with her croaked voice. "With his mate?" Shawn muttered confusingly, but his voice whistled like a whisper. "But his mate is dead," Lady Macbeth said, firmly.

" He asked again, gulping down the wine. "I don't think it's a good idea to talk about it. You won't even answer me." I said, and he raised a brow. "Try me." "What I'm I expected to do? Being his wife I mean." I said, staring at Jerry as he drank the last remaining wine in the glass. "A heir. He needs a heir." He answered. "I should I've known." I chuckled dryly. I had already thought about that. "Matt is looking for you." We both looked up at the voice that had spoken and I looked away before rolling my eyes.

"You just want to break me, like you've done to everyone else. And I'm sure you'll still do to others yet to come." I couldn't deny the thrill that her defiance sent through me. "Perhaps," I said, leaning in closer to her. "But maybe… just maybe… you'll be the one to break me instead." Gracie's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could respond, we were interrupted by a scout rushing in. "Alpha Jerri, there's been an attack on our eastern border. We need you to lead the troops." I sighed, knowing that duty called. "I must go," I say, rising to my feet. "But we'll continue this conversation later."

When an Alpha dies, his oldest son takes over but when he has an older daughter instead, she has to choose a husband who could help her rule the pack. Which is why I'd summoned for the healer, I needed to know if there was any sliver of hope that I could conceive. If I was to convince the Elders to dethrone Lurien and get me another Alpha, I needed to at least be capable of giving the pack an heir… But as always for the past nine years, the healer's answer was the same. Barren. But I won't give up. I won't let those two traitors fuck me over.

They can only pray for their daughter's safety and wish that the tyrant can be lenient. Mr. Lawson speaks up before everyone else does "Uh I will bring Clare back. She probably just has much to think about. Once she is better she will be back." "No need" Morris "I will bring her back myself" Morris finishes his words, turns his back and walks out, giving no chance for the parents to find their daughter. The widely known title 'the Tyrant of the mafia world', Casper possesses extensive connections and control all over the place. His vast territory spans beyond finding a mere two people, especially when he is really keen for his beloved angel, his fianceé.