Brandon Stark Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

I don’t know the voice before I recognize the face. “Fuck”, I say under my breath, “Brandon". He is one of the few kills in my career that I couldn’t accomplish. He stares at me with deep brown eyes fixed inside deep sockets. His skin is almost the complexion of coal. 6'9 and all shoulders, he towers over all of us. Muscles from a naturally active lifestyle ripple under his taut skin. He watches me out of the corner of his eye, and I can tell he wants to kill me---shoot me.

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Beta Brandon had stared at the bloodstains on my sleeves. He said nothing, but the questions swam in his eyes. I ignored them, focusing on the mission. It was time to follow through with this game.

the men echo in unison. Gunfire suddenly erupts and I move away from the window, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. I shake my head. That was probably Shawn. I walk back to the bed and sit back, waiting for the loves of my life to walk through the door. As I sit back down I hear steps coming up the stairs quickly and the door being banged open. My heart races. This is it. Brandon breaks the door down, his eyes glowing gold and his fingernails long.

He lifted her hair and smelled her. I smiled before remembering that Stella was gone because of this asshole and turned my attention back to Amelia grabbing his throat. Her claws had lengthened and she gashed open his thigh. Alpha Brandon growled in pain. “You’ll never find her, you bitch.” His gaze was murderous. ‘Who is his beta?’ I mind linked my father who was still holding my mother, though he had turned to look at me. ‘His name is Gavin.’ Nathan and my mates swiftly left the dungeon to find Gavin.

Morgan's gaze toward me grew even more venomous as his hands clenched into fists against his pants. "I'm a Sullivan. Why can't I be here?" Morgan raised his voice. Lillian's expression went ice cold. She raised her hand and slapped Morgan hard across the face. "Get out!" Morgan clutched his cheek, staring at Lillian in disbelief. Lillian had always been so good to him. The slap had clearly shaken him. "Lily, how..." "I said get out!" Lillian shouted at him again. "Fine. You'll regret this!" Morgan stormed out, unable to contain his rage.

Without overthinking, I focused on my scrolls. When the sun began to dip, I was preparing to shut down my device when Brandon sent one final command. “Do not remain at the forge tonight. You must retreat to your furs and recover your strength.” My body went rigid. After the confusion with Lucas Grant, I didn't dare entertain the idea that Brandon Larson was pursuing me. A mysterious, powerful Lord like him was a different breed than a playboy like Lucas. It was impossible for him to set his sights on me. I decided he was simply a very protective Alpha...

"Lina, I've already told you that I regretted everything a hundred times in the past, and I know that you still won't forgive me. But still, I want you to know that I love you." Then, he ate the wolfsbane and swallowed it. My jaw dropped open, and my heart pounded heavily in my chest. Brandon's face turned deathly pale before he collapsed in front of me in a disheveled pile. I didn't think that he was willing to even kill himself for my sake. The moment Brandon fell to the ground, Justin, who'd just arrived at that moment, instructed the warriors to charge. They easily overpowered Gwyneth and pinned her to the ground.

I ask him as I continue to feed him from my hands. He just looks at me, not saying anything. I let out a sigh. "It's just a simple question." He looks at for a second not saying anything. "Brandon." He says after swallowing his food. "I'm Misty, Brandon." A smile tugs at the corner of my lips, hearing the sound of his name come out my mouth. I can see that female was right about one thing for sure. He's very stubborn. As he continues to eat from my hands I look at the mark on his face, making sure not to stare. I want to ask about them, but I know he's not going to answer my questions.

"Y-yes s-sire?" The old man stepped towards him and lifted his hood, showing his grey beard that covered almost half of his face. His dark raven hair was neatly tied up to his back. Dark crimson eyes stared at the young lad intensely as black smoke rose from the hood and creeped down to his hands. "You... To have the nerve to travel as far as this land young lad. And to have known of me, a being perhaps only known from stories told by your great forefathers..." Sensing the slight tension in their master's voice, the crows screeched excitedly as they saw him walk closer to the young lad kneeling down on the ground, looking so vulnerable and helpless like a small child.

I miss the collected Brandon. I need me, not El. She doesn’t need me. T will always be a better man for her than I’ll ever be. Her lips quirk. “I do. I see you, Brandon Stark.” She doesn’t avert her gaze when I scoff. She says this now but her actions speak otherwise. “I always do. I see my girls father. I see Bri’s daddy. I see you.”