Brienne Of Tarth Books Novels & Stories

The Ardent Order hesitated—for the first time, uncertain. But the woman only laughed. “Then come, Heir. Show the world what it made when it tried to kill you.” And behind her, the rest of the world—vampires, ghosts, ancient beings—were already stirring. Because the Bloodbound Queen had risen. And nothing could stop what came next. ~~~ The fire still burned behind Alya’s eyes. She sat on the shattered edge of the altar chamber, her legs trembling beneath her, skin glowing faintly with the runes that had awoken inside her blood. The fight with the Ardent Order was over—for now—but not a single part of her felt victorious.

Years of grieving didn’t soothe the pain of loss of her friends, sisters. “Shalom and I were given the duty to protect the two babes; to follow their lives, until the time of battle comes again. It came, here, years and years ago and it was lost, the same. You are the final two, you, Arthur Hennessy came from Isaiah and Mérida and you, Aurora, from Théoden – the one before the blackness, the guy who cherished light, that Théoden – and Sameera.” She finished. “And this is the final battle. Either he wins or you win.” Shalom added as he finished the last drop of his juice and looked at Aurora, his eyes bright yet sad.

Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore. "Reece.. Morgan. I can't feel her..." I let out another scream. "Fuck…!" Reece picks me up bridal style and walks us out of the crowd that just gathered around us, upstairs into his room.

Before I could think more of it there was a knock at the door. We stood at the end of the entrance so we would be the first thing they saw with all the other priestesses lined up as if they were the decorations all in matching white gowns and braided hair. It took everything in me not to roll my eyes as I was sure the High Priestess did this in some way to impress. The door opened and there stood the entire Alpha family, Bran the alpha himself with muscles and broadness that I wasn’t even sure would fit through our door and he towered over all, his wife the Luna, Hannah with matching cold black hair like Bran and Rogan with dark brown eyes and an athletic body, the younger son Corgan that w

Audience(1): *stands* When is Elena finally going to meet Calhoun? Naomi: I guessed that someone would ask that. So, before I go into details, I want to explain to you that the Blood king's Bride is divided into three parts. I might have forgotten to add that at the start of my story, but if you read my blurb, you would see that I made mention of an impending war. I left a hint in our last chapter. Naomi: So Chapters, one to twenty was the first part and an introduction into all our main characters and side characters life. Some characters would still be introduced in other chapters, but their roles would be significantly less than the ones I have already introduced.

Gwen shouts, sprinting in the opposite direction. Being in my larger dragon form, it takes me a moment to maneuver around to face her. By the time I am face to face with Gwen, I see she has picked up a stray sword from the ground and has already pierced Prince Geoffrey. Geoffrey’s hands that were placed on Gwen’s shoulders trying to stop her leaving fall limp at his sides as he crumples to the ground.

The second soldier barely managed to draw his sword before I ripped it from his hand and drove it through his chest hard enough to pin him against the outer barricade. Alarms exploded across the estate instantly. A smirk played across my lips, let them wake up and know that I'm already here. I moved through the first gate before the bodies fully hit the ground. More soldiers came running from the eastern towers, heavily armoured, they drew their weapons at me. I recognized several of them immediately, they were Ironblood elites, all experienced warriors. Men who had spent years hearing stories about me while secretly believing those stories belonged to another century. Then they saw me move.

His mother was on another level when she was hell bent on setting him up with someone. "Give me the honor to introduce myself, my King." "Hmmm." "I'm Brienne, my father is the district manager at the North. I along with my mother look after the people at North and solve their day-to-day issues. I'm 27, my Lord. If you've anything to ask me you can," She was using such a seductive voice that he felt uncomfortable. And she won't just stop releasing her pheromones. "First of all, stop your pheromones." His voice was void, cold even as she instantly stopped emitting the pheromones, her smile wavered but she masked it.

“My brother is a traitor. And a traitor is punished according to the laws of the Bratva.” Nikolai’s voice broke into a shout. “What proof do you have?” Mikhail smirked, a flash of ruthless satisfaction in his cold expression. “Of course, I came with backup.” The heavy doors creaked open. Heads turned. Adrian and Alexei walked in, their grips firm on the arms of a battered, bloodied woman. Vera. Her face was swollen, bruises blooming purple across her skin. Her wrists were bound, her body trembling. But her eyes burned with broken fury.

It's nasty and gory, and eventually Bronte loses too much blood from her neck wound and falls to the ground, saying," I give up! She lets out a feeble rasp before two doctors charge into the arena and drive numerous moonstone splinters into the corpse of the Ounsli girl. Cynthia spins around, grinning covered in blood, and I start to feel a little queasy as the crowd erupted in applause, declaring the victor of round one to be in stone. The next two girls are announced, but I'm not really paying attention to them; my eyes are locked on the Ounsli girl, her chest heaving as she struggles for air, and I find myself touching my own neck with a shaking hand—that could have easily been me. Cynthi