Spartan In Westeros Novels & Stories

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

in this pack… “Um…So does this pack has any trueblood?” Charlotte asked impatiently. She needs to know who he was. She watched Matt as his expression changed to a guarded one…. He hesitantly answered, “ Yes…we do…” Charlotte held her breath to hear the answer… “Alpha Azraiel is a Trueblood…!”

Asura had spelled out what he wanted in the agreement. A price that was arguably difficult to achieve. Arya was basically not a knight. How could he possibly win against the Nuswapala king and the thirteen demons? "Have you gone mad?! How could I kill them all? I am just a poor corn farmer. I don't have the strength to hunt, fight or even kill them all." Arya Santanu was so worried. "Don't be insecure. I will enter your body. After that, you can use my power to fight them all. Remember, I am very strong." Asura smiled.

He said and then he laughed like he is happy that he killed his mother. “Did she own the lamp?” I asked “Not anymore” He answered “So what is your name?” “Samael” He answered and his eyes turned all white and I heard the angels scream outside. As if he is connected to them. Maria looked at me and asked, “What is going on?” I didn’t answer because I don't know what is going on. It seems that he is controlling all the others outside. “Hush,” He said and they immediately tame. “Don’t you see? I can control human emotions. I have an army of angels. I am higher and more powerful than him now, and now you still choose to reconcile with him rather than to your own brother?”

Despite that, his words were laced with arrogance. Caspian's commanding way of speaking overwhelmed Wendell and the others. "You!" Wendell was so mad that his hands trembled. Caspian was way too arrogant! How dare he? "Caspian Lynch, how dare you be so arrogant? You're just the matrilocal son-in-law of the Stewart family from Southlake City. The Stewart family are just ants to us, the Yorks of Dhord City!" Celestia stepped forward, speaking vindictively. "I didn't expect the Yorks of Dhord City to sound so confident. According to what I've learned, you're just a lesser-known elite family. You'll probably become something less than that after you return to the city this time," Caspian said bl

People in the north barely talk about him too, but they are aware of him. "I was fascinated to hear about you and was more grateful that the north has you now that we are facing a crisis over the increasing number of insurgents. I was really anticipating having a conversation with you, Raenerys the Conqueror." The voice he has is a mixture of Nevil and Acheron. Even his face resembles the faces of the Lancaster siblings. No wonder; it runs in the blood.

“Why not?” “I…I just won’t. Please leave it be.” She looks so sad that it breaks my heart. I won’t push her today. She needs to recover, I can always try and get her to change her mind later. She already promised not to leave again. “I’ll see if I can get her wolf to speak to me,” says Spartan. “Good luck.” Spartan “Would you at least speak to me? What is your name?” “My name is Hazel.” “That is beautiful, my name is Spartan.”

I desperately hoped that the wreckage did not contain any of my allies and that they had escaped safely, but now wasn't the time to search for them. Now was the time to bring about an end to Draco's reign of terror. As the dust cleared, I would have given anything to see Draco's face the moment he saw my Spartan standing amongst the field of wreckage, utterly unharmed. "What?" he exclaimed. "That's impossible! You were directly in range! How are you still standing?" "Killswitch targets IRON chips," I responded. I reached my hand up to touch the empty slot in the back of my neck. "the secret of the Spartan is that it doesn't use one to balance."

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

Spartan was sprinting through the horde of Amaroks, taking them down as he did so and it appeared that he was also running away from something. “You can't outrun me!” the voice of the unseen god Moros could be heard through the horde. Spartan then crashed into something that felt as hard as concrete. An Amarok roared at him, its triple jaws coming down at him. Spartan thrust up his right hand and sent a yellow bolt of lightning blasting away the brains of the creature. The god then materialized from the aftermath of the blast and grabbed Spartan by the neck. He heaved him up and looked him directly in the eye.