Eddard Stark Novels & Stories

My eyes widen and I link my warriors, "hold up, keep your position, we found her, but I need to hear what is actually happening." Stacy's uses her haughty voice, "uhm, Braddock is extremely wealthy, he's an Alpha and he needs an heir," she takes a breath, "I need the money and power he will provide me. I don't mind sleeping with the old fuck at least once, so I can pop out a pup for him and then I lay back and enjoy my life, without a care in the world." I arch a brow to my 2 best friends, the looks on their faces is pure disgust, I open my pack mind link, "Stacy has been found and will not be coming to our pack, warriors stay in place all other pack members, thank you for helping and retur

dad said in a sad tone. “It’s ok, Mr.Khanna. I just want to say thanks for all that, and for now too.” Mr.Stone said shaking my dad’s hand. “You earned it all. But I still don’t understand why you changed your name. Your first name is a very nice one right.” Dad said. “You know his name?” I asked him along with Mr.Stone asking, “You know my name?” “Yes to you both. Now, can I spend some time with my princess? My P.A will look after the remaining details.” He said and was about to leave.

He wanted to end it all but once again he couldn’t, he just existed day after day in his own personal hell, screaming in his own head. Edward could be left for hours on either lying on his bed staring at the same point on the ceiling or sat up in a recliner in front of the television if there were not enough staff to move him. He hated the television the most, he would see news reports of the massacre, saw the media coverage of the paupers funerals of his brother, nephews, cousins and uncles and he couldn’t even cry, he couldn’t move or look away from the screen so he would see them again and again as each news programme came on during the day. He saw the reports of his contacts being arrest

I guess I’m still having a hard time accepting that men, men who’d seen war and other horrific shit, could really be that soft when it came to the opposite sex. I filled them in on what went down and the fact that I was about to call Starks. They all nodded their approval, and I went ahead and made the call. Starks answered before the first ring was complete as if he’d been waiting for my call. “She wants to see you right now. Meet us at the hospital.”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

“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 |

“Our daughter finally has options. Marcus, or… King Dave Stark.” Bella’s pulse roared in her ears. Dave. Her Dave. “The man is called the Devil of the North for a reason,” Alpha Griffin snapped. “He destroys everything in his path. He’s coming for business, not cake and music.” Luna Belle scoffed. “Still, it’s an opportunity. Marcus is predictable. But King Stark?” She laughed lightly. “Imagine the alliance.” Alpha Griffin hesitated. “If Agnes caught his attention… I’d be father to a Queen.”

“Vogar is holding her captive. Not captive like…. They’re in a dick and pussy business and the last time she went to transit with him, she never returned. I knew he was the culprit cos my sister told me everything about him. But something she didn't know was the fact that he was a bad bastard.” “And your father?” Daisy finally spoke up. “What did he do about it? He is an Alpha and holds so much power.” “Huh? Alpha? What do you mean?” My confused gaze darted in the direction of Daisy, seeking more explanation. “Her father is Alpha Atlas of the Cage Moon pack,” Daisy informed me.