Spartan In Westeros Novels & Stories

Seething with anger, I occupied my throne, plagued by the regret of letting her go. I was convinced she wouldn't survive the treacherous ocean. My palms sweated, and I found myself tapping the ground impatiently with my foot. Suddenly, the door burst open, and one of my men entered, his demeanor visibly solemn. "My lord," he began, his voice laced with apprehension. "They safely passed through the portal," he informed me, and I nodded in response, using my hand to dismiss him.

, she thought. Kristina and Roxan proceed to the parking lot and leave. While driving Roxan teases her Madam, "Madam, it seems that Mr. Gracer likes you." "Dear, men are polygamous in nature. They were born that way. And in our industry particularly in sales, they have the same color. They all have a sweet tongue. So be very careful." Kristina said. "You mean Madam, you don't like him. He seems so gorgeous and yummy!" Roxan excitedly said to her.

“Aurora…” “Let me finish” I said, raising my hand at Dante who frowned “Caspian is a cop who was against what Giovanni did. He sent men to go after him, his mate is an agent as well. Both didn’t want me getting in trouble with the Giovanni business and have been trying to get me out of it. Third, there is no such thing as a sire bond. Not in the sense that you referred to at least. Therefore, the next time you choose to listen to someone, or want to accuse me of something like that…”

" His eyes sparkled. “Trust me, you'll like it. Nav studied Kat's face closely. Would she agree? he had stayed disappointed that she had fled at night, but would certainly persist. That's why I chose the name Dhiraj for today's role. It meant "patience". When he saw that blond guy with his hand on her shoulder, he wished he'd picked a name. more vigorous. He wanted to tear the character apart and say that Kat was his. what she doesn't it was. Yet. Now, he was impatient to be alone with her, continue his flirtation and get her over it. your hesitation. “Just come and have a look. — Would you like to play a board game in one of those little compartments?

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

His sister admires her as a powerful being while his brother would shrug the question off. But never in his life did he hear someone describe her the way he did as a proud, honourable noble. "Do you?" Tristan asked. "Hmm. Guess what, these proud mages and knights keep blabbering about being driven by honour and stuff to participate at the selection, but where will that take them if they're being led by an incompetent leader? I wouldn't say my faith on her is as absolute as that weird dude and elf who's always by her side, but it is enough for me to follow where she directs us to."

After an hour, the officer comes to us and says “the result is out now, please follow me to explain the results of the test. Maybe just two of you guys, Miss Issa, and someone who will guide the wheelchair. “Let me accompanying her to the room and you guys can wait here” that’s Arthur's voice, he just being so nice when I sick. Even though yesterday I lost a bet with him and haven't made up for it. Maybe he'll charge it when I'm well again, this sly guy won't be able to let me go just like that. I turned my gaze towards Arthur, trying to look up to catch the expression on his face. He looks serious and calm, but his eyes stare at Ivan strangely. Indeed, Ivan is the one who looks worrier than

Their unity and unwavering resolve proved to be a force that even Baratheon struggled to contend with. As the battle raged on, the temple's corridors echoed with the clash of weapons and the growls of determination. Rey's lunar energy surged within her, empowering her strikes and bolstering her resilience. Xavier's agility and precision proved invaluable, while Asher's raw strength and endurance overwhelmed their opponent. However, Baratheon acclimated and quickly reclaimed the upper hand. He moved swiftly and dealt heavy blows to the lack members. He tossed Styria into the wall and she quickly became unconscious, he broke Orion's back rendering him immobile and very quickly overpowered the

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Damon asks, like we’re discussing the weather. “Nah. Probably another ‘Are you okay’ call.” My brain’s in shambles. Dragons, Witches, Dreils. My past dreams. Ping. Alan. Frinx. Another question springs to mind. “Damon... what’s the difference between Spards and Spargians?” He smiles faintly. But there’s an eagerness behind it now. Like a kid finally allowed to share a secret. “Spards are the lowest class. Slaves, scapegoats, like Alan. Spargians, on the other hand, are higher, more respected. But they hate bein’ lumped with Spards. Not like there's any difference between the two, to me.”