Tyrion Books Novels & Stories

The entire world appeared to be frozen at this precise moment. Tyr’s thoughts were drawn once more into the chaotic world. Inside that chaotic world, Tyr was suspended in the air like the God that created this world. There were two books suspended above Tyr’s head. One of them was golden in color. It was the Song of the Empire that helped Tyr refine his tyrannical vitality energy. The other book was in blood red, and it was the Souleater Grimoire.

When he looked up, his eyes flicked over me with mild curiosity. “Is something wrong?” he asked. “Yes,” I said, trying to control the emotion in my voice. “Something’s terribly wrong.” He set the book down and leaned back, folding his hands across his lap. “Go on.” I stepped further into the room, letting the door close softly behind me. “It’s Belle,” I said, carefully layering my tone with confusion and wounded frustration. “She found the Valerian roots and ate it”. His brow lifted. “Ate it?”

“Leave for now, I will take up the case from here…” Mistress stood and bowed to him. “Would I prepare you anything?” He could only reply, "Do not be too fast—," before averting his gaze. He mind-linked his Beta back to the room after Mistress Evelyn had left. “You called on me—” Beta Tyrion drew his attention. Alpha threw the book towards him. “A recording book?” His brows furrowed, he picked it up and opened it, leafing through it. “He deals with aconite?”

Seth’s POV Those eyes that crawled under my skin as I looked through the shadows all through these years. Something about him never sat well with me, his fox-like eyes. Even if he looked clean, I couldn't help but suspect there’s something rotten under his skin. “Is there anything I may help you with, Elder Valen?” He finally stepped out of the shadows. “It appears I lost my way.” This old fox. “Mhm-hm.” He didn’t respond for a moment but when he did, his voice was quieter. “How is it possible I didn't know about the king’s new mysterious aide?”

Whatever Maeve had bartered had to be worth it because Kaida doesn't do favors; she was a lone wolf kind of girl. At this point, Tyrion made his way into the hall, and he looked dashing in his plain shirt as he smiled at something Sun said to him. He made his way to his seat next to me, and I couldn't help but breathe him in. He smelled clean and like himself, no signs that he'd been busy. Like I cared. The relief I felt at that realization was something I immediately buried. I turned away as a voice boomed in the room, announcing the presence of the Royal Lycan King. We all stood up to pay our respects.

I know she stands no chance against me, but maybe she thinks she Does. I close the room door behind me, walking over to the small stack of books on the bedside table. Does Lucious enjoy reading? Maybe the enjoyment of reading is something we both have in common. From his bad-boy looks, I wouldn't have taken him for the type of guy who enjoys reading. I grab the top book that has a bookmark hanging out, marking the spot Lucious last stopped at. I look at the title of the book, before turning the book over to read the description of the book. After reading the book description, I see that it's a romantic drama novel.

The remnants of divine fury clung to the air, unseen but heavy, pressing down on the weary figures that stood amidst the wreckage. Elior ran a hand over his face, his fingers coming away stained with blood, his or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. His sword, the weapon that had struck the final blow, felt heavier than ever at his side. The world should have felt lighter, freer, but something was wrong. The victory felt hollow, the silence too deep. Myrra knelt among the shattered remnants of the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the fading ink of the First King’s records. The final words were barely legible now, as though the knowledge itself had begun to wither.