Eddard Stark Novels & Stories

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

I swear if they didn't kill him, I would eventually. "We don't kill women unless they're a witness." Pavlo murmured in his thick accent and my eyes widened. Am I a witness? Micah scoffed from besides me. Yurik seemed to be younger than the two but I could tell that he was in charge. How did they expect me to help Micah get out of his debt? Who was this brother he spoke of and was he really as heartless as they made him out to be? Of course he was, it's the fucking mafia.

She pulled out the device, and seeing it was Jonathan on the call, she ran out immediately. “Where are you? I need you in my office, now,” he roared, his voice echoing a cautious warning through the phone. Jonathan hang up the phone and Evania rushed into Graham's quiet small office, “Text me the account, I'll will send you the money,” she panted, her voice cracking as she grabbed her jacket from the back of the meshed chair. Yelena who had just left the Walter building was her way to meet her father, Roberto Starkov. She rushed back to her room before he arrived. Roberto was a principled and ruthless conservative who spared no one, not even his family.