Brienne Of Tarth Novels & Stories

"Please! I know you're scared. I know you don't trust me. But I'm here to take you home! You and the baby!" There was still nothing and my chest was getting tight. Maybe she decided at the last minute that she didn’t want to see me and ran away. My hope was about to be completely depleted when I noticed movement A figure emerged from the shadows, small and hunched, holding something against her chest. My breath caught at the sight of Arya hobbling towards the light. She looked…. God, she looked terrible. Her face was gaunt and stained with dried blood, her cheekbones sharp where they were soft before.

And Torrhen led the caravan guard up the slope into them, and the fighting was vicious and short. Brynn fought beside her mate. She’d promised, and she meant it, and what she’d taught herself with a wooden spoon in Greymire’s kitchens and what Isla had complimented her on at the Narrow Pass was muscle now, real, hers. She moved the way Torrhen had taught her, the way she’d practiced through a year of secret training, and she did not flinch from the work.

She felt the life force leaving her body as he drank deeply from her. Eventually, her screams silenced as her energy waned. Nobody was coming this time. Maybe she wasn't cut out to be an Elite after all. If she'd only had a few more seconds to get into the duffel bag, everything would be much different now. This vamp was tough, no doubt about it. It was apparent from his ability to tolerate silver the way he did, that he was of pureblood heritage and more than likely very old. Still, it didn't mean he was invincible. Even the sturdiest of vamps succumbed to silver eventually and she had plenty of that lying around. Her stomach churned as the room began to spin, this time from blood loss rath

I feel a huge swoosh of air on my face— "Mavy!" My eyes open against my will to the voice of the one my heart beats for. I'll know that proud stallion anywhere and the handsome brothers who sit on it like royalty are not strangers to me. My betrothed leans down to grab me, the flying arrow embeds itself into his stomach. "Cirok!" The sob catches in my throat as I see Cirok's body somersault from the bestial stallion and the stallion disappears from sight not before I catch Cerrik's backward glance. I can't believe he's leaving us here, he's a traitor!

“Death once! Aiden had yelled sarcastically at her, but she had remained calm and argued objectively. She had something ahead of both of them that had cost her a lot. She had trained her control of her impulses to perfection and Pareios had been her 'grand final'. Somehow he had got her to have some control over her dreaded monster. What she had been afraid of all these centuries was now hanging in front of her and a victory over it was within reach. And she was determined to win, for His sake, but also for your sake. Yes, she sensed it was time. Time to defeat yourself and Pareios and Rowena's kidnappers. She blinked a few times against the strong east wind. Her eyes still hurt, but since s

“Now you want me to save your men too. At what cost?” Aaron looked at her, and her expression on his face caused her to heat up in certain parts of her body.” “At the cost of my life. I will forever do your bidding.” Elion looked at him one more time, then nodded. She walked towards the decapitated bodies of the warriors rounded them up. The crowd watched in reverent silence as she bit into her wrist and formed a circle around the bodies with her blood. Then she began a chant. Elena Immediately felt the power that passed through the room. The castle walls seemed to be alive, commending what was happening. There was intense pressure, forcing all to go on their knees. Elena, even as she knelt,

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.

The next Sage that showed up was Azriel and it was another training session at the field and today, the girls trained with their weapon of choice individually. Roxanne stood at a far distance from the target board ahead of her and got into a proper stance just like Kaizen taught her and placed the arrow on the bowstring correctly and gave a strong taut.

she added. I frowned, “Who?” I asked, curling my hands into fists, letting the veins pop out up and down my arms. “Brielle Osiris,” she spoke. I felt something twist in my stomach. “No one has seen her yet, but there is a rumor out in the north about a girl with evil powers. She goes by the name Brielle. That’s all I know about her. I can’t be sure if she is a part of it, but the strength that the attackers show each time suggests that she is in it. She is dangerous, Aaron. She is pure evil.”

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ