Eddard Stark Novels & Stories

Diana also finally knew that the name the loggers had forbidden her to mention was Alpha Dell, Alpha Stevan's father. "Now we will light the smoke flare," Alpha Stevan ordered. He looked at George. "George, you need to focus more so that the shield doesn't disappear suddenly." George just nodded because he wasn't really into this activity either. After he found out who killed Alpha Dell, he didn't really feel sorry for the man, well even so it didn't mean he supported the culprit. There were several smoke flares lit, each of which was held by Alpha Stevan, Beta, and Gamma Pack Delonix.

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

Feigning the worry that was embedded within it. "I am dad, he's a good guy." Edward relaxed slightly, she was still his daughter, but she was right. She was old enough to make her own decisions, that didn't stop him from caring. He knew that his team didn't have time for relationships and family, hell, even he didn't have time for his own family. Edward stood up from the chair he was seated at, ironing out the creases on his trousers with his hands. "As long as you're happy sweetheart, but don't be distracting him! He's my best soldier."

she asks, her voice sharp with suspicion. “Yes,” Daniel confirms, turning to face his sister-in-law. “His name is Boris. He told his Alpha that there are rumors in the camp—or the supposed pack—that Emmanuel Reed is alive and currently gathering an army to reestablish his pack and take over the existing ones. From what I understand, Richard has the same objective.”

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.

After a few moments, he returned to Kian who was rubbing the back of his head but otherwise looked just fine. “Who was that fellow?” Aaron asked, glimpsing back the way he had come. “I don’t know,” Kian admitted. “But I’ve never encountered someone so strong.” “Or so fast.” “You don’t think he could be a… Dark One?” Kian asked, finally moving his hand off the back of his head.

It was from Christopher, the man knew what the meaning of urgency was. He sent me still photos of the man who had been seen walking around the warehouse before it burned. I was good with faces, I would have remembered this face, even if I had seen it once. The man had an unforgettable face. Blonde hair, high cheekbones, skinny as a rode. But all of that drew a blank in my mind. I furrowed my brows as I turned my phone to try to have a better look at him but nothing. I tossed the phone to Joseph.

He looked at it and smiled at me, nodding in approval. Maddox Stark might have been created to be Calvin Stark’s good little soldier, but Maddox Anderson was the warrior that was created when an angel saved him from himself. He was the one who would fight against the fuckery of this world even if it meant his last breath would be expelled.

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

he conceded, feeling relieved at some point, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the white bandage. “You want me to speak to him or give out your orders?” “My orders.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips this time, and it felt good, except for that disgusting man wrapped in scarves and black clothing. How do I let Brad know about Enzo’s orders? Brad barged into the room unannounced, wearing a sad look on his face. “Lord Stark is dead.” “What?!”