Game Of Thrones Baratheon Novels & Stories

“When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.” — George R. R. Martin LEONARDO (Lucien's father) He may be Alpha now, but the blood that made him Alpha still runs in me. And his happiness with his mate? It won’t last. I’ll make sure of it. I was too excited by how smoothly my plans were unfolding, but I couldn’t show it. Not yet, anyway. “Come on, Alpha Rhett,” I leaned forward, swirling the whiskey in my glass. “You’ve thought about it before. I’m just saying it out loud.”

On the little arch made from rose vines that Ophelia managed to create, even in the dead of winter, stands my future husband, my mate, Theon Valenti Rexellen, Alpha of the Rexellen pack and Alpha King of all North America. He's dressed in a white suit, as per tradition, and he’d cleaned up so well. The stubble that seemed to be a constant on his cheeks had been shaved off, and he'd gotten a haircut. Rather than the long on top, short on sides style he'd had for so long, this style is longer all around and wavy, making him look younger and roguish. I loved the new look as much as I loved the old one. To be honest, there’s nothing Theon could do to not make me swoon at the very sight of him.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

the young king asked calmly from his throne. “Your Majesty, I’m willing to give up my military power and everything my family owns to you. Please save me!” Lord Barbenheim shouted and knelt on the ground. “Who have you provoked?” The king raised an eyebrow and looked intrigued. “This man is brazen and evil!” Lord Barbenheim said angrily. “He has killed several powerful families, the General of the West, and even the top Mystic Agent of the Outlaws Department! He should’ve been killed a long time ago!

Loud approaching footfalls moved echoed around the cathedral. A tall man dressed in black like his men stepped through the ruined doorway, pausing briefly to look around. His eyes scanned the faces leisurely, stopping at the couple before the altar. His eyes travelled the full length of the groom, smirking and shaking his head in slow disapproval. Deliberately, he shifted his eyes to Rosana and his expression grew hard as he made eye contact with her. Not breaking the contact, he stuck his hands in his pockets and walked casually through the rows of his subordinates towards her.

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

'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.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.