King Baratheon Novels & Stories

Ilena sobbed louder as she struggled against his grip, scratching and biting. He placed his bloody palm on the wall beside his name. “I, Dreg the king of the North is wholly bound with soul and body to Ilena, the Queen of the North.” The bloody print stuck to the wall beside his name and then Dreg picks up a blade towards Ilena’s palm. “Please, please wait!” Ilena begged in terror with tears clouding her vision. “We have been wed in the ways of the Thanes, it is now time to be bound in the ways of the North and there’s no stopping that.”

asked as Chantal’s excitement could not be contained. He stares at him in both worries, hate, and longing as his younger brother is dwelling on the path he should not be. Yet is a force to do so for the thought and manipulation that he needed to heed, for the fact and the past he could not undo and needed to play along, of his once death. “Heir and young master of the land of Isles, Young Barron John Karlo.”

he said softly Barry looked down head shaking “she is fine, but barry” he waited until Barry looked up “if my little tank tells me EVER that she is uncomfortable in this castle i will know it is because of you and i will come calling” he said into those gray eyes that shifted into black making the heat of the anger intensify inside him “you have no claim on her my king, not yet anyway” barry said “she is my familiar barry” he said “still” barry said He leaned down and pulled out the stake in barry’s boot, he used the tip under barry’s chin

He has always had such a loud voice. As the doors to the great hall were spread open, Ravna walked in first as the attention of the nobles turned and looked in my direction, each having in hand a glass of wine. The music stopped at that instance. "His Highness, King Barakar of House Gavanar, Supreme Ruler and King of the five kingdoms, Alpha of the Iron Claw Pack!" With a loud voice, Ravna gave quite the introduction, ushering me in with a bow, the royal guards following behind. Everyone in the great hall bowed as I walked up to the seat at the high table. Until I sat no one lifted their heads.

“You may be my brother, but to disobey the-“ “… King, yeah, yeah.” Darren’s voice was deep and boisterous as he belittled the crowned Alpha. And to add fuel to the fire, he smirked, waving Vaylor off like he was just another average noble. “I request an honorable discharge then! And I request this mutt be mine!” Though it sounded like he was demanding it more than anything. The man my tied hands rested upon... Is the King’s brother!? Leader of the Kingsguard? It's no wonder the original guards were like statues, confused on what to do.

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

It is with compassion and worry for both his wife and unborn child. If his enemies could hear his current tone of voice, they would all be shocked to death. His voice now is soft and caring, as if caressing and soothing the discomfort his partner is having. He is King Eddard, the great noble of House Romania, the remaining pure-blooded vampire King, and the Symbol of the Blood Oath of the Southern Covenant. Where he stands, the earth shatters. Where he walks, so does the river of blood. Where he points his sword, wailing widows appear.

He was the most mischievous of the five Baratheons brothers and the most reckless so it was no surprise he was the one who would have the courage to steal the De Lucas family goods while Alessandro rules. Ever since Alessandro took over from his father, the Baratheons have not dared to cross path with him as he was known with the 'mess with me and die' image. It was like the Baratheons took a break from their shenanigans, but it was no surprise that Houston would want to stir up drama. "I will give you ten seconds." Alessandro threatened as he took out his loaded gun and corked it ready to shot. "Woah! Woah! I was just trying to do something fun here, you don't have to get all serious about

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

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!