Spartan In Westeros Novels & Stories

I wouldn't make anything rash just yet. “Who are you?” The man asked again. “I am King Leon of Nile. This is my beta Silas and some of my most trustworthy men” I gestured to the six men I just mentioned. The man frowned slightly but didn't comment on my name or the fact that I was king. “So you are Lycans?” he said instead. I nodded “Yes. And you?” “Alpha Reuben. As you all know, we are diverse and anyone chased away by the people they once loved and from the place they once called home, is one of us” I don't know if it was his choice of words but they struck a nerve, letting me drown in guilt.

her room, and we agreed to meet up later once she took some rest. "It's Bella, right?" Gabriel asked me as we walked towards his room. I just nodded a yes. "Is it short for Isabella?" No, my name is Bellatrix," I answered. "Wow, that's a beautiful name. Your name is from the Latin word meaning Female Warrior." What is this guy, a braniac or walking encyclopedia? I had no clue about the meaning behind my name. I just knew that my grams had named me. "Thanks for the compliment, but honestly, I never took the time to look up the meaning of the name my grams chose for me," I told him shyly. "We're here, I hope this room meets your satisfaction. Give me a shout if there is anything you need," I

Alpha Tyrion added and my mouth hung open with shock and fear. Shifters! How would I fight against those predators?

Jasper- Look at what we can do to her. Spartan- I don’t like her. She has no wolf. I don’t know why, but not her. Jasper- I want her, I need her. “Jasper,” Yvonne is climaxing again. Jasper- Her, buddy, it’s her. Spartan- I only feel half right about this. Jasper- Now, or never. Spartan- Fine. Jasper extends his canines and marks Yvonne, making her scream in pleasure and drag her nails down his back.

Why doesn’t he die, anyway,’ she said annoyingly. Leia chuckled. ‘My poor Emily, he can’t die unless he has an heir who can inherit his throne being the most powerful Alpha King,’ she renowned. ‘I realized his sperm is not worth it,’ she mumbled. ‘He’s incapable of having an heir because of his pungent behavior,’ she emphasized. ‘But you have to bear his child, no matter what, Emily,’ Leia teased. ‘Whose side are you up to, Leia? You know what, I’m annoyed, let’s talk some other time, bye!’ she annoyingly said.

“What’s the option C?” “Your elder brother, Sebastian,” Xavier smiled. “Maybe. Just maybe I would love to be on his side.” “Loyalty and madness and everything dumb,” Jon rolled his eyes. “I would choose to be Draymond’s toy any day. Sebastian shouldn’t even be an option. It would be sad to watch you become like him: strong and muscular with nothing to show for. I mean he should be challenging Jaime. He’s the strongest in our pack.” “But sometimes strength is not enough,” Sebastian breathed down Jon’s neck.

Even by BloodClaws criteria, recently adjusted to the effectiveness of the Wulfen Cup, Lars was considered a wildling. Ragnar's armor creaked as he deliberately climbed the hill. The servos and gyro stabilizers worked hard to maintain balance on this long slope, and the armored legs dug in a lot as the Space Marine moved. One Ragnar was delighted by the cool, clear air and the beauty of the surroundings. His muscles didn't feel tired. Armor seems to have done most of the marching work for him and he can walk forever if he wants to. He heard Sven growl in front of him. Canis Spiral seemed to distort his thoughts in strange ways. He talks to himself more, complains more, and usually wears a da

Adam's eyes glinted with enthusiasm Man the bugger didn't know just when to fuck off, if only just if only "My mother" Luciano's reply came through gritted teeth "to be assisted by Jordan" Without waiting to hear his further complaints, he'd stormed off, looking to placate his future mate. ***** Glossary Avian- Winged Shifter species Lupine- Land based shifter species mainly Wolvish in nature

It was the reason he was tormenting me, after all. “Also,” he continued, “Someone sent me a text message.” “What text?” Kai asked. “In the text was a name. A clan name, to be precise. Les Morts d’Ivoire.” My heart skipped a beat. “Les Morts d’Ivoire?” “Yeah. Sound familiar?” I nodded. “Alistair’s clan.” Jay shifted in his chair. “How come I’ve never heard of it?” “Heard of The dead Ivory?” Alistair’s clan was known to foreigners as the dead Ivory. In New Jersey, they used Les Morts d’Ivoire. It meant the same thing.

"Has Caspian said anything about him? About Rowan." "Not personally." Nora thought about it. "He mentioned him in the context of the court. That Rowan is trustworthy. That his loyalty isn't political, it's chosen." She paused. "That's a specific distinction for Caspian to make." "Choose how." "I don't know the full story," Nora said. "But the way he said it mattered. It meant something to him that it was chosen rather than inherited." Demi held that for a moment. The room settled into the particular quiet of a Tuesday evening, the island doing its early-week thing of pretending nothing significant lived here, the Atlantic running its endless patient argument against the cliffs below.