Spartan In Westeros Novels & Stories

Their scents clashed spice, musk, smoke, citrus, pine…all heavy with dominance. I kept my breathing even. “Arden! Over here!” An upperclassman instructor waved me toward the combat wing. His eyes flicked briefly to my expression, then away. Respect, not friendliness. Good. I crossed the yard without breaking stride. Eyes followed me; some curious, some intimidated, some resentful. Whispers rode the wind. “That’s him…” “Yeah. Rank two.” “They say he’s actually stronger than Vesper, just less political.” “No way. Nobody’s stronger than Ronan.”

Typical Ava, she didn't mind following a wild pig or a beast, as long as it could give her whatever she wanted. “We meet again, sister.” “Don't be so shocked to see me. I always go for the winning team. We are going to do it right this time.” We were immediately surrounded by Derrick's own men who were all carrying spears. “They are no ordinary spears, my dear nephew.” “They were built with dragon dust, your ultimate weakness. “Although I assumed you'd be dead, I spent quite a lot of time preparing myself: just in case you would return.” He laughed wickedly. I panicked, I got scared that what happened to Derrick on the mountain was about to happen again. One strike of their spear could mak

“Ha. You sure think highly of yourself.” Aiden sneered. “You come from Uleania. You have some nerve to talk smack. Are you looking down on my family, the Westeros Krads?” “The Westeros Krads?” Draig was horrified. He was aware of the family. Still, Draig took a step forward and said coldly, “I don’t care about your family. Snow is my woman. “Hurt her, and I’ll kill you. “Trust me. I will follow through.”

I knew that Alpha Benna wouldn't stop attacking until he had her, and the last thing I wanted was for him to get hold of my baby. “It's time for a war.“ I said it inwardly while making my way to the garage. I decided not to take any guards with me today because, after all, there was no one I could trust. Those two spies may be some of my men as well, because, after all, they are close to me, and I regard them as family. I made up my mind that from then on, I will do everything on my own without getting anyone involved until the day I caught them!

JASON "I'm calling off the engagement.." Karen's words echoed as I stared hard at the blank phone screen. I couldn't have heard her correctly, I heard wrong. Right? I'd only be deluding myself if I actually believed that bullshit. "What the fuck?!" I roared suddenly, sending books and files flying in the air, my breaths coming out in short pants. "What has gotten into this woman?" I wonder out loud. Why can't she be the fucking submissive her parents painted her to be.

Back then, among the top of the spiritual apprentice list, Xander was recognized as a genius who mastered the Way of Killing, and he was very powerful; Maya also had an enviable talent, and she was born with the Flame Phoenix Physique. Caspian, a rising star, also had talents far beyond ordinary people. Not only that, but he also had various magic treasures and martial skills left by his mother, allowing him to improve himself at a remarkable speed. As for Solana, she was a cultivation genius that various sects fought after, and she was born with the Imperial Jail Deity Physique.

His eyes were fixed on me like glue. "Do you like your room?" he asked after a moment. "It's nice," I said simply. "Looks more like a museum than a bedroom, though. Everything's too perfect and it feels cold.” "Cold?" he repeated softly, swirling his wine. "I'd call it order." "Order or control?" I asked. He looked at me for a long second before replying. "Control keeps things from falling apart, Arya." "Or it just hides how broken they already are."

After them came a spearman in a lioncrested helm, an older man with a limp, a Braavosi sellsword, a . "Harwin?" Arya whispered. It was! Under the beard and the tangled hair was the face of Hullen's son, who used to lead her pony around the yard, ride at quintain with Jon and Robb, and drink too much on feast days. He was thinner, harder somehow, and at Winterfell he had never worn a beard, but it was him-her father's man. "Harwin!" Squirming, she threw herself forward, trying to wrench free of Lem's iron grip. "It's me," she shouted, "Harwin, it's me, don't you know me, don't you?" The tears came, and she found herself weeping like a baby, just like some stupid little girl. "Harwin, it's me

While she sounded as reasonable as possible it was no good, that was not what I wanted to hear from her, no, rather, that was not what I needed to hear from her. Now was not the time for diplomatic answers so I asked again and this time I decided to be more specific and less general, "how was the last race between the both of them? explain the turn of events." She then took a deep breath and said, "all horse riders in Westeros and beyond gathered together for that race, and Darius came last. The king was in first place ahead of all twelve others, normally Darius would never qualify but since he is Drox's friend he is always enlisted."

Torin was always the first to volunteer for dangerous missions, driven by a fierce loyalty to our cause and an unyielding sense of duty. Freya Freya, the healer, possessed an innate talent for herbal medicine and healing magic. Her gentle touch and soothing presence brought comfort to the wounded and weary. Freya's compassion was matched only by her bravery, as she never hesitated to put herself in harm's way to help others. Soren Soren was a skilled swordsman with lightning-fast reflexes and unparalleled agility. His dual swords flashed through the air with deadly precision, and he could disarm an opponent in the blink of an eye. Soren's confidence and charisma made him a natural leader amo