Hodor Bran Stark Novels & Stories

Bran is behind the desk, clad in a white robe with a stack of files before him. He lifts his head the moment he senses my presence and removes his glasses. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Elston.” He rises, and I am frozen like I have been struck by lightning. He is the head medic. Riana is going to be shocked if she finds out. “Is there something on my face?” Bran drags a hand across his face. “No. I was just shocked you’re the head medic.” “Ah, that. Barely a few know that. It’s a talent I got from my mother. She was a great healer. I’m not really active. Mostly, I work beside Drogo.”

Then when she agrees I will kill her in front of her brother. “ Here he is sir” the door flung open and the boney boy wearing dirty ragged looking clothes stepped into the room with his head down. His red hair is a mess and you can smell his rotting clothes and bad breath miles away. “ Hmmm, I have a very important role for you.” I grinned sitting on the desk “ what is that?” He mumbled coughing up whatever gross disease he’s managed to catch in the cellar

"I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out. "When I was a lad I fo

The cut on it was clean, and it was a horrifying sight to see. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Chase. "You worthless ant, you—pfft!" He only managed a few words before his throat caught something and he coughed up blood. "Who are you? The Starks have never crossed paths with you. Why do you want me dead?!" He was a member of the Starks, and he questioned Chase with clenched teeth. A name immediately appeared in Chase's mind at the sight of this Stark family member—Tank Stark.

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

And then I saw him. He was standing at the stall with the heritage tomatoes, his back to me, just as I’d predicted. He was wearing his usual dark, tailored coat, and his posture was that familiar, confident stance. Beside him, a splash of vibrant colour – a woman’s scarf, a cascade of auburn hair. Victoria. My heart gave a sickening lurch, a physical blow that stole my breath. Of course. She wouldn’t let him have a moment of peace, even on a Saturday morning. She was always there, a constant, pervasive presence.

“You mean Thor?” “Thor and Hod. Thor isn’t too bad, but Hod is the Black Knight—and the strongest in their squad. Once he gets close, an ordinary person would be lucky not to end up dead or crippled. Judging from the wound on Loki’s head, that was probably his handiwork.” “Hod—you mean the god of darkness? What grudge does he have against Loki?”

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

She forgot a lot of the families do not do human things and most have servants that attend to them. "You mean my caddy that has all of my makeup, jewelry, hair dryer and curler." Maddie scratched the top of her head in confusion. Majority of the things she just said totally blew her friends mind. Before she could say anything a knock was sounded and Maddie's grandfather Lord Alessandro who was the head of her family's bloodline popped his head around. He had long black hair that went to the middle of his back, he had beautiful silver eyes tinted with the blood thirst power.