Willas Tyrell Novels & Stories

His father's justice was harsh but never without cause. Now, looking at the girl on the platform, Kael wondered if he'd been wrong. "This girl—" Grayson reached out and tilted her face upward with one finger under her chin, forcing the crowd to see the delicate bone structure, the aristocratic features beneath the bruises, "—is Lyra Vale. Last living heir to a bloodline that once ruled the western territories before the unification. Her blood is as pure as they come. Ancient. Powerful. *Valuable*." *Lyra.*

No girl has ever done that,I'll get back at her for insulting my ego,it is going to be fun bossing her around. The elevator dinged,i had gotten to the last floor. Right in front of him was the door to his personal suite. He opened the door and entered the room,it was spacious enough for him to bring girls to his suite when he chose to. I called my dad to inform him about the progress of the hotel since he was the sole owner of the hotel before passing it down to me. When I entered the room the bed was already made. I undid my tie,unbuttoned my shirt so i was only in my singlet,then I slipped off my shoes

Jacob stated in shock at what I've implied. "Shut it! it's already been decided " I said as I shushed. Sudden mana was all over the place and all of us were stunned when we saw Maximillian Velry. One of the descendants of Marianne Velry. A royal blood, he was supposed to rule us all but instead his brother Austin Velry inherited the throne. Maximilian doesn't want any position that isn't right for him. And most importantly he is the founder of Alzean Academy who's in his mid-80s.

He was a high-fashion man and had once arrived late to his anniversary because of his body care routine. On my left are the twin brothers, Tyriel and Tyrion. Richard's last children and Carlan’s younger brothers. They both shared the same features and took after their mother, blonde bouncy curly waves and sharp black eyes. Tyrion was the nerdy one. Always too serious. Too quiet and introverted. And entirely different from Tyriel. Tyriel was a genius. And had closed the most deals in their father's company. But he was terrible at breaking rules, he loved parties and women, and was good at languishing money. Though they were just 22, and I was two years older.

"If my memory is correct, this belongs to the first Alpha King of our bloodline." It’s easy to forget at times that Elias is a prince, a member of the Rexellen family who once refused the great power that came with it. He is so humble, and so down to earth that Elias never seemed to be apart from us, even when we were children. Theon always kept the air of royalty around him, even when he insisted that we treat him as an equal. But Elias? When he abdicated, he completely gave up trying to be royal in any way.

Everyone turned to look at the person that just spoke. Elder Valen. Something about him never sat right with me. “After all, Velmora is now Ashes.” He continued. I wonder whose fault it was. “See?” Vaelor said flatly. “You have good ministers.” His gaze swept across the room before landing on me. Then he smiled again. Disgusting tyrant. What the hell was on his mind? “That’s all for today. I’m tired.” The ministers bowed immediately as he left the hall.

Expect his arrival before Samhain Eve at the club The Black Onyx Room. (To My great-nephew, Rafferty. There is much you need to know and I look forward to meeting you at long last.) Signed, King Thaddeus the First of Verdante lineage ruler of Knight’s Pass Willow has fae blood, and I didn’t pick up on it, how strange! I always pick up on even the smallest hint of supernatural blood, so how did I miss that? “I am afraid that he won’t be the uncle of my youth, but more afraid that he is and that they have lied to me for hundreds of years. Keep your wits about you, my son,” my mother says in a frightened voice.

I whispered, feeling my heart shatter because she was right. They will all choose her, I know that. Even though my father was the late Alpha and Grand Duke. Even though I was his rightful successor… Nothing beats having an heir—Adelia could give them that. “How could you do this to me?” Hot tears fell down my cheeks before I could stop them and I hated myself for it. “I've been nothing but good to you. I loved you in the same way I love my blood brother, Zayan. You never lacked anything—”

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

After all, he represented the royal family and couldn't possibly grovel. Willis had fiery red hair, was in his early 40s, and exuded a striking charm that was almost demonic. He wore a fitted outfit that made him look neat and agile, with a flexible knife hanging from his waist. In contrast, Lyle was a bit older, sporting a bushy beard and standing over six feet tall with a burly build. He wore black armor and carried a massive axe on his back. The two of them gave a slight nod but didn't say much. They entered the tent and took their seats.