Hodor Bran Stark Novels & Stories

I can't be wrong. Eren. It's him. Slowly, Erden's hands tighten around my back. "Hayat..." He whispers softly, his thumb grazing lightly against it. "Tell me what happened." I stutter, unable to talk. "Tell me." He insists. "Er-Eren...." I sniff, my voice wobbling. "He fell from the stairs and his head was severely injured."

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

Leo retorted, his arrogance palpable. "Everyone has a weakness, even a lunatic like you," I countered. Leo's smile widened as he licked the prison bars and touched his chest theatrically. "I've got plenty of weak spots, Farrow. More than you can imagine." Once we were outside the prison, Jorah's face was tense. "What kind of monster is he?" he asked. "Are you sure he's related to Leah?" "He's her half-brother," I confirmed. "What do you want to do with him? Want me to bring in some specialists to handle this?" Jorah whispered. "You know, to extract information?"

"I'm the dark lord," Vador replied with a sly smile and this is Aleister," he said pointing to Alei. "The dark lord," Ava laughed which only irritated the lord. "Be quiet," he ordered in disgust "You think I'm a joke?"He asked removing his mask from his face. "You think I'm one too? For all I know you're just the guy dressed in a dark hoodie pretending to be badass. You just turned my brother's body into ashes, you rotten bastard.

Knock came by the door, its was the same guy that poisoned Arthur years back. He came back again for more cash after so many years of job done. Anuella and Kwensa was so engrossed and drawn into the movie they were watching as Rosela stood up and answered the door when she saw that non of them was bothered or care enough to know who was at the door, though she didn't know him but Amunsa knew the guy on first sight seeing him.

I was sitting in the dark, eating chocolate, and waiting for the monster to come home from his war. The blue light of the massive screen flickered against the red LED strips of the room, creating a violet haze that matched the bruising in my soul. It was mid-afternoon, and I was spiraling. Jamie Lannister was a monster for what he did to Bran, and Ned Stark—god, Ned was a fool. Why didn't he stay in the cold safety of Winterfell? Why did everyone good have to die while the vultures like Joffrey and Sansa’s delusions thrived?

Darcy gestured at her employees to clean up the mess and then went to the side to answer the phone. “Ms. Darcy Quint, how do you like my present?” On the other end of the call came a man's voice, filled with playful mockery, as if he were recounting something amusing. Darcy’s calmed anger was aroused once more. She said strongly, “Who is this? You think this is funny? This is against the law!” The man scoffed, seemingly pleased by Darcy’s intense reaction. He did not seem to care about breaking the law. The man said, “Let me introduce myself. Aiden, from the Krad family of Westeros. My men have contacted you twice and I believe you already know what this is about.

Bran was stuttering. “About yourself. What you’ve been doing, about your family, anything!” Cecilia was desperately trying to keep the conversation going. “S-sure. Well, I… have an older brother.” Bran picked a topic that came into mind. “An older brother?” “Yeah. His name is… oh.” Bran just remembered something about his brother that made him pause. “What’s wrong?” “My brother, he is not exactly a good guy. He’s a wanted criminal.” Bran looked away from Cecilia as he was embarrassed and scared of what he admitted.

Stark was a father who had been the sole protector of his little soul, his daughter. Silence was inevitable but it prevailed for don't know how long until Hari Stark parted his mouth and said in a shaky, broken voice, "This guy has always hated my daughter and you say he will protect her. What makes you think so, Alpha Hercules? He had despised my Reyne since the very beginning so what is the guarantee that he will love her now?" Confused and totally oblivious of what must have happened before his arrival, Zander cast a peripheral view on Ryley and asked him over their link, 'Something bad happened, didn't it?'

"They live up here." "I suppose." "Hodor," said Hodor. "Hodor," Bran agreed. Jojen kicked a pinecone. "Hodor likes it when you say his name, I think." "Hodor's not his true name," Bran explained. "It's just some word he says. His real name is Walder, Old Nan told me. She was his grandmother's grandmother or something." Talking about Old Nan made him sad. "Do you think the ironmen killed her?" They hadn't seen her body at Winterfell. He didn't remember seeing any women dead, now that he thought back. "She never hurt no one, not even Theon. She just told stories. Theon wouldn't hurt someone like that. Would he?"