Robb Stark Novels & Stories

He didn't believe me when I told him that I hadn't seen her for eight months and because he assumed me to be lying, he took the one thing I loved more than anything. He took Lara and I had to watch. I had to watch as he dragged the silver knife across her stomach, digging it in as far as it would go, Lara's screams could be heard all over the dungeons and I couldn't do anything to help her. His Beta, Parker, had restrained me and I could see the smirk on his face from the reflection of the glass as James cut my mate up in front of me.

After the war between Rogues and Lycans, Stark decided to lived as a normal person. He build an empire of his own. Even mortals didn't recognize that they were only wearing a human skin at day but shifted into a Lycan wolf at night anytime they want. He's one of the richest Lycan king in the whole city of New Jersey. The Stark Real Estate were built ten years ago and still reining in the whole real estate companies. Gerald Itopia was his son to a mortal woman who was Arcela Cortez. She's still in a vacation in Korea. She loved to visit every countries and took some pictures of beautiful buildings. Stark didn't mind her because she's as stubborn like her son.

She watched the pale Robb stand by Harry's bed, bowing his head with his bloodshot eyes. "Uncle Robb," Alexis called out softly while taking a step forward. "Alexis." Robb managed a bitter smile. He attempted to raise his hand to touch Alexis' head, but a metallic sound interrupted him. Hence, he could only lower his hands. "Uncle Robb, how did you end up like this?" Alexis grabbed his hands. Robb's eyes, which had dimmed, suddenly lit up. He stared fixedly out the window and whispered, "Because of Kendrick! Mr. Hayes clearly said that as long as I harmed that woman, it would be fine. But Kendrick found out ... If I had killed that woman back then ... Hehe!"

'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.

I answered in a purr. To the side, Lloyd stood motionless. His arms were crossed, and he was leaning on the wall casually. However, nothing about his gaze was casual. His gaze was serious, like he knew that things could get out of hand at some point. It seemed like he had a lot to say about the ongoing council, but couldn’t get himself to say it. I bowed my head, my gaze glued to the ground. The gruff voice of the brown haired came again. “Elora Stark,” he started. “We do not have many people who have walked the earth with the name Stark. Only a few. And one of them happened to be Henry Stark.”

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

he turned to his men and signaled them to get me. I shook my head. “Hear me out please…” I screamed, but the men grabbed me up. “It was Kiah who ordered me to not show up…” I added, but it seemed I was talking to myself. The men dragged me past Tyrion, who couldn't even lift his face to glance at me, but I noticed a liquid rush down his cheeks, and he wiped them off instantly. Why are they doing this even after Prince Kelvin showed up as my boyfriend? Is it because he's far from me? I can't even reach him for my rescue, then how will he know about all these?

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Then, plan from there everything else. My name is Sebastian Stormcloak, and I am the King of the Vampires. 8 years ago, we attacked Deadly Nightshade as one of the rogues that works for me and saw her running around the pack boarders. She probably thought she wouldn’t have been seen as it was near a more isolated part of their boarders.

“Your father must be really proud.” Gabriel nodded, but his expression remained passive. “I guess.” During my probation with Mr. Stark, I’d always wondered which family he came from, so I did a little research—something everyone could find on the internet. Gabriel Stark got his MBA at Harvard, and his father was none other than Elazar Stark—the Chairman of Stark Group, a multinational conglomerate based in New York. It encompasses numerous associated businesses, most of which were joint under the Stark brand. He was one of the richest men in America. However, his second son, Coulson Stark, joined his brother in the thriving apparel brand, which was, of course, founded by Gabriel. They have a