Spartan In Westeros Novels & Stories

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.

Omar looked at Caspian, “but, you don't seem surprised with my third sword." Caspian covered his wound, and blood constantly poured out from between his fingers. Omar's slash obviously severely injured him. However, Caspian did not admit defeat. "Omar, you've ranked second for so many years in the spiritual apprentice list. Hence, you naturally will have skills that you don't simply show anyone, and I'm not surprised by this at all."

Yet the only thing I could say as I pressed against the wound, while blood was rapidly soaking through my shirt was… "Cazzo.” Team Giovanni or Team Arya? Choose wisely 😍

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."

The weight of leadership pressed heavily upon him, the future Alpha of the **Thornheart Pack** with the responsibility of ensuring their safety. Darius was not just a figurehead; he was a formidable force. His reputation preceded him—tales of his strength echoed through the valleys, often recounted around campfires by the flickering glow of flames. He had trained relentlessly, honing his skills through years of combat and sparring matches. His dark hair fell in unruly waves, framing a face marked by determination, while his piercing green eyes held a fierceness that commanded respect. Many envied him, some feared him, but few truly understood the weight of his burdens.

interrupted his father in a low voice. Saga snorted and threw his ass back on the bed. This was the third time he had been asked to mind his own business. First Bara, then Mr. Aryadi and now his father. “Sorry, Pa. It's nothing. It's just like Mr. Aryadi's attitude doesn't seem right. See, I was only human before, but you allowed me to know things. Meanwhile, Bara, who is fully descended from immortal beings, should have the right to know who she really is.”

Vivan added showing madness in his voice however they very next after Ravan heard Aisha and his unborn child name from Vivan mouth he pounded on him and kicked his gun away from his hand and started punching him in his gut, Vivan to started landing hard punches in Ravan direction, in now time their fight grew extremely ugly also not a single guard of shabbier dared to entered his mansion as they all were aware of Ravan wrath. Ravan and Vivan kept landing several punches in each other direction until at one point where Ravan pulled out ‘khanda’ a double-edge straight sword which was placed on shabbier main wall as decorative art piece and pierced it straight through Vivan heart which got him

The packs howled again, the sound swelling into something primal, courage in its rawest shape. Lisa’s smile twisted. She lifted her hand. The wind coiled like a serpent ready to strike. I braced myself, and then a snarl split the right flank. Every head turned. A lone figure moved through the ranks of rogues, slow, calm, as if the battlefield belonged to him. For a heartbeat, every wolf around me tensed, ready to launch. I stepped forward, teeth bared. “LORENZO.” I snapped. “You fucking dare show yourself in our lands? “

Leon We lost our peace, our safety, our homes, our loved ones, the land we've worked for for centuries. Our lives were taken away without warning and I didn't know how this could have happened, but it did, and I had to live with the consequences of the war. More clans got hurt, it felt as though there was some sort of sorcery that was trying to kill every single one of us at once. We were all scared to death and I think everyone realized that they were running out of time. I was the only clan in the south left untouched by everything and I don’t really understand why I was spared.