Bran Stark Novels & Stories

Only three people knew of his true identity, the girl witnessing what was happening now, his dad, who was still being taken care of after he was left badly hurt by Gunther and Noah years ago, and Wesley Slate, his mentor, and most trusted friend. Wesley was the man who found young Brandon. He was being mistreated by a group of rogues, who were treating him like a slave. They tortured him and made him do all kinds of insane requests like cleaning the excrement from the dungeons they used to incarcerate all of Noah and Alpha Swan's victims. Who were the supposed leaders of the underground sell of rogue girls to filthy men to use as personal slaves.

Eryx returned the smile, "I am Eryx Silvester and this is Braylon Rhys. We're looking for someone named Stiles Vill. Have you heard of him?" Braylon looked at Eryx, who had a sweet smile on his lips, looking at the Barista, who was looking cute while smiling. That Barista had a native face and natural beauty a little bit of feminine. Braylon rolled his eyes, averting his gaze. The twinge of jealousy plastered on Braylon's face which was unnoticed by Eryx.

I didn't even notice when he got near me. "Come back here!" Alpha Kyle's cold voice came and immediately, I felt an invisible pressure pressing down on me. At this moment, my legs gave way and I fell to the floor. No matter how much I wanted to move, the invisible pressure pressing down on me didn't allow me to move. I shivered as footsteps approached me. I had to think of something, I couldn't allow myself to be taken back to the pack. "Here you are bitch." Alpha Kyle chuckled immediately after he got to me.

Ellen screamed, her voice dripping with venom as she stumbled out of sight. Before Ellen could return, however, an old, hunched figure appeared silently at the doorway. His presence was quiet yet commanding. "Chase, release Ellen," the old man said softly. His tone was gentle, his expression kind. It was like that of a neighborly elder rather than a fearsome martial arts saint. "Who are you?" Chase asked in a steady and uninterested way. The old man smiled faintly. "I'm Easton Stark, an elder of the Stark family in the Secret Sect."

I stand up and walk around the boulder we've been sitting behind, Chris and Steve flank me as I clear my throat, "I've heard enough, I'm glad I was here to stop you from doing something I'd regret Stacy." She spins and runs towards me, "Brad, thank the goddess, help that man there is going to rape me." I look at who she's pointing as I hold my hand up to her to stop, " I walk by her to the man she was pointing too, "is that true Stacy, or is it true he is your fated mate?" Her hands on her hips and her smirk fades as her eyes widen at me, "no he is not, he is a low life rogue and does not deserve a prize such as I." She looks at her maincured nails as she smiles sweetly at me.

His tone was more curious than angry now. Stark nodded and the man continued. “Why? Think carefully before you answer. Your answer depends on your survival” “No,” Stark argued. “You already kidnapped me. You've threatened me, I don't have it.” There was desperation in his voice now. He needed to convince these people that they were making a terrible mistake. He needed them to believe him. “I see” The man mouthed before he fired at Stark's kneecap , causing him to yell in pain and drop onto his knees. “Now why don't we try this again? Where is the will?”

Gunnar's eyebrows arched, awaiting an explanation but apparently one wasn't going to be forthcoming as the next words Brodi spoke were "Bring him." Eric and Gunnar muscled Brand out of the sauna and each held one of his tree trunk sized arms. He glared at his elder brother and Alpha with no remorse in his features. He would not give Brodi or this, whatever she was, who had come into their lives and ruined his future the satisfaction of begging or groveling before them. Brand stood tall and stayed completely silent.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

“Valerie, she wants what you are. She wants it dead. Move! You need to run, and you need to do it now. If she gets her hands on you, you are as good as dead! All of us are.” Lisa was already summoning her next strike, her hands curling as the ground beneath us split into jagged fractures. Dark energy bled through the cracks like molten ink. A branch, no, a spear of bone-hard wood, shot straight toward Valerie’s chest. I grabbed her, yanking her against me, twisting our bodies as the spear sliced across my arm instead of impaling her. Pain exploded through the limb. I growled and glared at the sky where she stood.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.