Spartan In Westeros Novels & Stories

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

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.

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.

After piercing through a royal paragon with his spear, Spencer gasped for breath and exclaimed, "I see you're a supreme paragon now, Severin! Who would've thought?" Spencer had first-hand experience of Sana's prowess. Sana was formidable. Even Oskar was no match to him. With just a casual strike, Sana was able to deal severe damage to Oskar.

“There is only one way in and out of this fortress, and it’s over that path. The Domineers could try to attack us, but as long as we’re prepared to defend ourselves, all their numbers would mean nothing on that narrow stretch of land.” “Interesting,” Alex said to himself. “So you guys are taking after the Hot Gates.” Matheus just looked at him in confusion. “The what?” Alex was surprised by yet another difference between these people and his own. “You don’t know about the Hot Gates?” He looked over at Rowan, who just shook her head as she was just as lost as Matheus. “You’ve never heard of the 300 Spartans?” Matheus looked as though he was thinking about it. “Can’t say that I have,” he answe

"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.

It was probably the first time Alanna had seen Jack so fierce and imposing. For a moment, she froze, her voice faltering. “I can’t stand it,” she said, her tone weak. “They’re all questioning Lewis’s past race results.” “So what?” Jack said softly, perhaps realizing he had spoken too harshly earlier. “Lewis is already dead. What outsiders say is their business. “What we have to do is look after ourselves. You’ve barely escaped suspicion. No matter what happens, don’t wade into this mess again.”

A sudden painful pull ripped through my stomach and I gasped as lightning flashed in the sky above. "Useless, pathetic and wolf less." Zarian said, his eyes glinting with scorn. "You can’t even withstand the small amount of my powers that any wolf would be able to." I'm not weak. I am not pathetic! "I don’t blame Theon for leaving you, no one wants such a weak woman by their side." I wasn’t weak or useless! "Trash."