Aragorn Novels & Stories

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you. Belle told her grandmother that Leo and Capri talked everyday and that they were so in love. Poor thing did not know the half of it. She just couldn’t help that Capri was back and her family in her eyes would finally be completed. They had their own plan of Capri having a baby and how Belle would be the perfect big sister. They even had a baby girls name picked out “Penelope Reign,” and her being spoiled just the way Belle was. If it was boy, Leo and capri were on their own.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

Could it be? He let go of the woman and rushed to the man face down on the ground with an arrow sticking out of him. Two other large warriors lay crumpled beside him. Each of them seemed to have one of his arms, as if they had been dragging him. The woman fell to her knees beside the prone figure. "Brandur, min kjære, vær så snill å åpne øynene dine. Snakk til meg. (Brandur, my love, please open your eyes. Speak to me.)" The woman's voice caught on a sob as she stroked the man's bloody head.

Then, slowly, I felt his thumb trace a small circle against my skin. “I could hear it,” he said quietly. “It’s faint, but… it’s alive. Real. And the idea of holding it in my arms, to see you holding it just brings too much for me to even think about.” “It is,” I murmured, resting my hand over his. “So? What would you name them?” He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed ahead, thoughtful. Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.”

He didn’t scare people like Elaine did; he wasn’t unapproachable or doused in rumors; he was there for all to see, and people respected him for it. The figure continued down the road, and Elaine’s hand released her hidden hold on the cool metal object in the pocket of her cloak. It was the dagger she always had on her, a gift from Benjamin, the man who had found her frail and alone on the streets of Tria in the North of Artharia. It had been Benjamin who had rescued her from the fate of being an orphan, Benjamin who had discovered her curse turned gift, and Benjamin who had brought her to the greatest school on earth and blessed her with his dagger.

Becking with his hand, a group of elves stepped forward and bowed before the man. The elf-lord of the Silvan Elves was just about to give them orders concerning the arrangement for Luna's friends when he sensed a familiar presence grace his throne room. "Aragorn, I did it!"

I thought about this for a minute, she probably deserved it I thought to myself. “Do we know who the man is?” Mike turned to the window with an angry look on his face. He does know who it is and he is not happy about it. “It is Joseph King. The leader of the Suicide Kings.” My hatred and anger erupted. “Joseph King, what the hell are you thinking? Do we even know why he wants her?” I stood up and paced the office. I couldn’t believe that Mike would be that stupid. Not only was he protecting a woman that we knew nothing about, but he was protecting her from the one man that could kill him and not think twice about it. Mike sighed.

Waiting for Reilly to say something else, the Huntsman loads up his bow, mainly as a threat. The moment Cal swings his aim toward Reilly, he was quick to put his hands up in defeat. "Take her then. And watch your work be in vain." At that exact moment, the rope finally gave way, falling to the floor. I stumble to my feet, but my legs wobble and sway drunkenly, despite my brain trying its best to command it to walk. Without a word, Cal swiftly sends an arrow into Reilly's thigh, causing him topple to the ground. Positioning the bow away from me, Cal holds his hand out.

Or maybe I was turning into one of these loony bins. Legolas was probably the average weirdo with mommy issues. I must remind him of his mom or something equally gross. You heard me; he was Christian, the Legolas from The trilogy we all know and loved. I heard the King himself did the deed. Aragorn, a burly scary mother-fucker, who is head nurse/guard. In this, prison forced upon me. Not one of my own making, at least I don't think so.