Eddard Stark Novels & Stories

’ Ram stood upping from the driving seat and walked towards the gate of craft. Lakshman released the vacuüm, and the gate opened with the single press on its red-coloured round-shaped switch. Lakshman also followed Ram and came out from the craft for observing the conversation. A very decent personality came out from the dark smoke generated through the fuel combustion. Person existed with a calm nature, wide black eyes, muscular torso, shining forehead, and hands folded in the position of bowing down. ‘Gentleman, who are you?’ The person asked Ram very politely.

It's like I've stepped back in time. I make my way to what looks like a formal dining room, taking in the luxurious drapes pooling on the floor and the enormous crystal chandelier sparkling over the massive dining table. My eyes pan right and I stop, suddenly drawn to the fireplace mantle. Above it is what looks like a family portrait and as I take a few steps closer, I instantly spot him. Atticus.

"Wait here." I say to my parents before following him to his office. In Alpha Reed's office we sat in the chairs in front of his desk and he sat behind it, but as he stared at us I could tell that he was very unhappy because of the letter and I sighed as scenarios played through my mind of what I would like to do to Tamara right now. Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk.

"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.

“Are you one of King Vonner’s men. Did he finally send you to stab me in the back? Mr. Starkridge inquired. He didn't get a response from the figure. “Well, if you work for him, I'll make sure to return your head to him as a parting gift!” ” Mr. Starkridge exclaimed, leaping full force at his opponent. He used his scaly tail as a protection by wrapping it around his torso. The person attempted to stab the tail, but his daggers simply glided over the scales. The blades were dented, and the figure stumbled back, colliding with a cabinet behind him.

At 2 pm, uncle stark drove me back home after a quick lunch at a restaurant. He said he had important matters to attend to at the sheriff station. After a quick shower, I decided on watching an action movie from the 90's. I never liked old movies but this particular one got my attention. The starring person was a boy withered by poverty, certainly the lowest level of human that ever lived. What caught my interest about him wasn't the fact that he had risen to become one of the most powerful influential man in the society but how he managed to reach at the apex of human society, the process. He was fearless, daring, kind, and generous and the quality I found most impressing about him and coin

“ I will kill you all!” I growl out so loudly that I can feel the whole warehouse shake. “ Mr. Stark, what they said is true. Gina is the one to blame. You are an impartial king. You will not kill us for no reason, right?” Damían stands up from the ground. He bows and balances himself by leaning on the wall. His eyes look sincere and humble.

Stan assured. There's one thing I know about Stark, and that was the fact that he wouldn't dare to make problems on a very important occasion such as this. I waited patiently for Stark and Alan, who cake all the way to where I sat. I signaled for an extra seat to be provided for both mortal enemies of mine. Not only that, I saw another man among then, especially next Stark. Though I've not met him before, from the pictures shown to me while I was investigating Stark, it turns out that he was Alpha Tristan.

More tears sprang, my head spinning so hard that I saw a black spot for a couple of seconds. “Listen to me.“ He gritted his teeth while lifting my head to make me look him in the eyes. “If there is anyone in this damned world who knows Stark better than anyone else, it is me. I know what he is capable of and what he has done, especially considering that you only entered his life a few weeks ago. He is a manipulator and a fucking liar. I can tell you that you mean absolutely nothing to him; he only wants you to produce offspring for him and after that discard you as soon as possible.“

Rhys and I took our seats near Mr Stark. Mr Stark was on edge, clearly not knowing what he should do next. His wife was holding him close, and I couldn't help but wonder how she did that. She was so much stronger than Mr Stark. They looked like a couple from a movie that came out a few years ago. He looked like a fragile bird trying desperately to fly away from some cruel predator that he just couldn't beat back. And she...well she looked like a warrior, fierce and intimidating. She stood at attention like some kind of soldier or something, protecting her beloved man. That must have made Mr Stark feel safe. He felt safe with her. I knew that he needed that, especially after what happened.