Bran Stark Novelas e Histórias

“Come back soon, okay?” “Okay,” she hung up then. “I’m going to town. Am I needed for anything?” I asked Mr Stark when he walked in. My eyes were glued to the tattoos littered all over his upper body. His left sleeve looked like a forest scenery of some sort. Right at the back, he had numbers, a date, with a tiny baby handprint. I wondered what they meant. “You can go,” he said his back to me. ***** | Emmanuel Stark |

“You’re just… you’re just playing. You can’t do a damn thing for me and Will.” “Am I? I’m Bran Lockwood the Fifth. Which certainly puts my power above William Masterson the Third and William Masterson Sr.” He raised his chin proudly. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.” I snorted. “You already said you’ll get hellfire rained down on you from Will’s grandfather if you try to get him out. I don’t believe a word you’re saying.” “So Will’s grandfather gets a little grumpy with me. I’m sure I’ve had worse problems. It’s annoying, not insurmountable,” he said. “Now, would you fuck me if I could get Will and you out?”

I didn’t think his name. We stayed there until Kade was satisfied. He sent Tern up the bank to check the old birch stand and waved Lena and Jett back in. They moved quiet and quick. We took one last sweep, turned, and started home. I almost let myself believe we would make it out clean. Then a voice came from the trees to our left. “Well,” it drawled, dry as winter bark. “Isn’t this a picture.” We pivoted. Bran stepped from the pines with two of his men. He was a Thornridge wolf with a knack for showing up when you least wanted him. He had narrow eyes, a thin smile, and the sort of loyalty that wrapped around the Alpha and squeezed too hard.

Marcus waves from across camp, and Stark realizes the entire settlement has been watching him fall apart. "Everyone knows I'm pathetic," he mutters. "Everyone knows you're grieving." Kara leads him to the training area, a cleared space with practice weapons. "There's a difference. Now, attack me." "What?" "You heard me. Attack me like you did four days ago. Except this time, try not to lose." Despite everything, Stark almost smiles. "You're very annoying." "One of my best qualities." She takes a fighting stance. "Come on, vampire prince. Show me what you've got when you're sober."

he said, picking up their phones as he came for me. “And you think you are going to escape this, professor?” their leader spoke, spitting blood out of his mouth with a swollen face as a result of the severe hit from Lucian. “You both are not humans, are you?” Professor Lucian reached out to me, lifting me off the chair with my hands whirled around his neck. “You might not live to tell the story. Because I'll personally kill you myself, Nicholas Brian. You might want to try me out. Consider yourselves lucky.”

The man had never laid a finger on her before. Wyatt's finger trembled as he pointed it straight at her face. His scent spiked with pure panic—a sharp, acrid reek of sour fear. "You have no idea who you just crossed!" Wyatt roared. "Why on earth would you mess with Alpha Ramon?! He's a Stark! Do you have any idea how much power that family holds?!" Wyatt had bent over backward, pulling every string imaginable just to get a single foot in the door with the Stark family.

Brian remained tied to the chair, his wrists aching from the restraints, but he refused to lower his head. Adrian stood near the broken window, staring into the darkness outside. His expression was strangely calm now, almost too calm for someone who had just kidnapped a man. Then he turned around. “You know what I find interesting, Brian?” Brian said nothing. Adrian walked slowly toward him. “For years, the Stark family has lived as if the world belongs to them. Their companies, their wealth, their influence…” He gave a bitter laugh. “Everything was handed to them while my family was left with nothing.”