Game Of Thrones Rhoynar Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ryder order his pack to step outside allowing the wolf into they territory. Rohan, the cunning leader of the rogue wolves, stood in the cover of the dense forest, hidden from prying eyes. Joy surged within him as he watched his pack members skillfully infiltrate the boundaries of the Moonstone Pack. It had taken months of careful planning and covert maneuvers, but they had finally succeeded in their mission.

He stopped in front of the royal family members, and a somewhat familiar low voice echoed throughout the hall. “May the light bless Southern Olf, and may your day always be full of glory,” The silver-haired man said with a meaningful smile to Jermaine, imitating Southern Olf's greeting smoothly. Then he added in a calm yet intimidating voice, “I am one of the five honorary Alphas of the Northern Kingdom, Alpha Rohan Bin Roshad of the Moon Shone Pack.”

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

I leaned on the tree at my back and took a deep breath when the wound on my legs brushed on the rocky ground where I laid. My white dress is filled with dirt that it looked gray. Due to the torture I received in prison, some parts of the dress were torn including the sleeves, which made the violet bruises on my arms visible. The lower part also got torn when I escaped and ran to the forest, leaving only my thighs covered. I feel numb and cold. I looked around. We are near a lake and I figured this must be the countryside of Vallenshire. Vallenshire is one of the biggest wolf cities in Washington, consisting of twelve districts. Each district is led by an alpha, but those twelve alphas are un

A creature not worthy of pack or family or love. The crowd parted, and I saw him. Ronan. Alpha of the Red River Pack. My future husband. My owner. He was massive—easily six and a half feet of muscle and arrogance. His reddish-brown hair caught the firelight like flames, and his golden eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a predator who had just cornered his prey. He wore no shirt, only leather pants, and his chest was covered in the scars of countless battles. Battle wounds. Alpha marks. Trophies.