Tyr Questline Novels & Stories

"Go on." Ryker surged forward, his eyes glinting with excitement. "I have a plan to take down our enemies and rule the city. And I need your help to do it. I had raised an eyebrow. My curiosity was finally piqued. "Why do you need my help, Ryker? You're a powerful sorcerer. What in the world could you possibly need me for?" Ryker's smile faltered for a moment before he gathered himself once more. "Ah, yes. Well, see, Tunisha, Jethro remembers you. And only you."

“What is it?” She licked her lips. “If I always confront you first, will you promise to have nothing to do with her?” “Something like what? She has a lover, and we are engaged. Now tell me what I will do with her.” Tyrion faced her again. “You think it's easy to break a childhood bond? If it is, then tell Elvis to avoid you, and you avoid him too….” he snatched his arm away from Ava and stepped down from the veranda.

“Attacking from that side is extremely difficult because of the rough topography. Their two sides are coastal lines. We are not merpeople to attack from there.” Davin snorted. Reagan and Matt looked over at him with identical glares on their faces. But was Davin the least deterred by their temper? Absolutely not. He continued to munch on his muffin and listen to them yap about the takeover. “What is left is the east border that they share with the Red River Pack.” “They are our allies so they are willing to let us enter through that border” Reagan nodded. “You mean hostages who have no choice but to do as they are told?” Davin mumbled even though he knew that the duo’s wolf-hearing would pic

"I love you so, so much." I let the warm feeling swallow my body. I felt ... happy. I held her in my arms. "Mr Quinn wants me to go to my father. He wants me to talk to him, so I can get the closure I deserve." "And, do you want to?", Sara slowly asked. "I probably should, shouldn't I?", I sighed. "Do you want to finally end this?", Sara asked slowly again. "Yes", I felt so tired after saying that. "I finally want to rest."

I am sure that Grayston told them that they are going to have to tell the others who and what Ty is. “What is going on?” Quade asked. “This is Tylia.” I start. “Wait, Tylia as in Stefano and Sofyia’s little girl?” Barston asked. “Yes, they have been on the run for years now as we all knew. Ty appeared here in town about two months ago after she and Sofyia were attacked by some unknown creatures. She ran into Valanya and was staying with her.” I answered.

All I knew now was how enchanting that particular shade of green was. “Fuck… Infuriated beyond belief, I threw the wooden palette in my hand, and the impact as it hit the flagstone flooring reduced it to cracked pieces and splinters. “Get yourself together, Gallahan.” The familiar voice of Dad had me correcting my posture in an instant. I drew an even breath before daring to turn around and face him. “Dad.” “How was your search? I have heard you have changed tactics.” “Yes. We have scourged every inch of the continent, and yet, there isn’t a single lead. Not even the Alfieros had slipped a sliver of a clue about where she is. They are acting as if…”

I don’t care about the curse, I never believed in gods anyways. Where were they when I laid waste to packs, when the innocent people cried for their help, they never came. If they did then I would be dead. I curse upon the gods. I pierced my knife through the neck of the man in front of me, then toss his body to the ground as I make way for the pack house. Colton and Zayn are already there waiting for me. Colton is my chief, any woman not good enough for him would certainly not be good enough for me. He has a discerning eye and has never proven me wrong.

None of them dared to speak up. As they moved, Tyr kept on tracking the fire. He knew what his orders were, but he was also angry. He was supposed to walk along the trail out of the creek towards the clawhold, but he also knew of another trail that crossed the same path and was also supposedly inhabited a dead crippled alpha. Just as they passed a clearing, he stiffened, his eyes widened as a growl escaped his lips. His warriors followed through. All of them turned towards the edge of a clearing, their eyes ablaze with blood thirst and fury as a low rumble rocked the forest.

“Where’s the driver? Where’s Victor? WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE?!” “I was calling you!” Cheryse cried, chasing after me as I sprinted toward the car. “I kept calling, you weren’t picking up!” Because I’d been too busy dealing with her mother. Too busy playing mind games. Too busy with Delilah. This can't be happening. Delilah’s distracting me. Because of her I got on Ares bad side, and now this? Fuck. Fuck! “Get in the car!” I ordered. “We’re taking him to Saint Jude’s. Now!”

Just as the prophecy had said. "Are you coming with me?" he had asked softly. She looked at him, and for the first time, a flicker of light entered her eyes. The light of hope. She nodded. In that moment, he followed the Moon Goddess's will and claimed the mate he had been waiting for. The memory faded, and Torin focused on the present. Joric was still waiting for an answer. "You want the truth?" Torin said calmly. "I was never there to claim Giselle."