Robert Baratheon Books Novels & Stories

"No, I hate you. You're a murderer." "Shona, please." Twisting my lips, I placed the destroyed book on the table side and walked out of the room to find him grinning. He nodded to the side. When I changed my gaze, I screamed, cupping my mouth. "I ordered your book. It's not author signed, but a new one. And I will read and mark the notes you made, I promise. Till then, you go through Game of Thrones books since you've trouble watching the series. And they're hardbacks." "But it was too costly." I had calculated the price of them together and they had calculated to total ten thousand, too over the budget I earned per month ever since I stopped using dad's money. "I can't take it."

The first few pictures were of the first king of the seven kingdoms. "I found it; I found it; yes, I did," I said, looking at Luke with tears in my eyes. "What did you find this time around? Haven't you caused much damage to either of us already? My head hurts from the impact," he said, referring to the falling books. "I found the history books of the seven kingdoms; now I can finally have my revenge," I said as I opened the book back and stated off with the memory still fresh in my head. The faces which I know when I see them.

An overstuffed armchair, the slightly worn couch she’d spent so many Saturday nights on, the rows and rows of books lining the wall all around her TV set. “And I see the Robb series holds the place of honor,” he pointed at the bookshelves. “Of course. Not only are they my favorite series ever, but they’re the first ones I started to collect,” she replied. “Which reminds me. I bet being the owner of a bookstore, where literally any title you want you can get a hold of, is particularly satisfying.”

But Bartholomew paid him no mind as he browsed the shelves with a deep frown until finally, his face lit up and he pulled a book from the shelves, scurrying back to his desk with it and rifling through his drawers as he took his seat. "Do you want to tell us what that was about?" Adam asked curiously as he leaned onto Bartholomew's desk. "What?" Bartholomew uttered distractedly as he pulled out what looked like a leather book and sat it on his desk before him. He met Adam's gaza with mild confusion, his hands resting on both books, before the realization suddenly dawned on him. "Oh! My apologies. That was Lord Brarthroroz." He said as the Commander snorted loudly.

Karl nodded his head as he followed me around the room, looking at his old stuff. Next, i turned to the small bookshelf beside his bed. I traced my fingers across the spine of the book, reading their titles as i do. Most of the books are copies of Harry Potter and Lord of the rings. He also has four books of Game Of Thrones. "Didn't take you for a bookworm." I commented as i pulled out the first book in the Game of Thrones series. Karl placed his right hand on my hip as he looked at the book in my hands.

Demi said. "That's it." Nora pushed the door open. "Come in." Inside. The restricted section was smaller than the main Vault. The light was low, amber, the kind designed for documents rather than people. Demi moved to the nearest shelf and looked at the spines with no titles, only dates in a notation system that used vampire calendar conventions rather than Gregorian ones. "How do you find anything here?" "Same way I find anything." Nora moved to the third row, second shelf. The dark leather volume was exactly where it had been. She lifted it carefully. The way you handled things that were old enough to make your hands feel young by comparison

Every step he took was steady, controlled, and powerful, like he had all the time in the world to grace us with his presence. And the moment Hector saw him— He went still, so deathly still that my heart skipped at the sight. Why did Hector react like that? And why was this strange man starting to look a little familiar? The elder’s voice suddenly rang out in that moment. “Alpha and Luna, Please allow me to introduce Lord Thorin,” he announced. “The greatest warrior of the Lycan realm.” The crowd erupted in cheers again and that was when it hit me. This was Sevrin's brother, Thorin.

Putting a solid plan in place, the only thing missing was the location of Riocht. I had Tyron, my future royal Delta, right now, Gamma of the pack, and Xander begin to comb the library for any information about the kingdom, and King Mathias was going to have Abner Brooks start looking in their library. Unfortunately, any books that had been in MacTire had either been destroyed or moved a long time ago. Lamia was going to contact Tawny and ask them to research their books too. Remembering, it was Tawny who first alerted us to the fairy tale about this shifter prophecy in the first place.

Her eyes glowed with a fierce determination as she unleashed a powerful wave of lunar energy towards Baratheon. Caught off guard by Rey's unexpected attack, Baratheon staggered back, momentarily disoriented. It was the opening Rey needed. She seized the opportunity and pressed her advantage, launching a relentless assault fueled by her newfound power. But just as victory seemed within reach, Baratheon swiftly recovered, retaliating with a devastating counterattack. Rey's defenses crumbled under his onslaught, and with a single strike, he sent her crashing to the ground. Rey lay there, gasping for breath, her body battered and bruised as Orion was quickly dispatched. Baratheon towered above h