Spartan In Westeros Novels & Stories

Abraham was shook, and blood sputtered from his lower lip. He looked at Kabir with widened eyes who had his arms surrendered showing a ring in his middle finger which had caused bursting of Abraham's lip. "You kept punching me. You should have known this was coming." He pointed to his split lip. Abraham spat blood again and then walked inside the washroom. *** Minahil was looking at Arya with a disgusted face who was bitterly crying. "Stop this melodrama, Arya, for God's sake," she whisper yelled. Arya cried even more bitterly. "You are so heartless, Minahil. I'm going out of my country, my home."

Zachariah asked through gritted teeth. “I had to go and see Arya. I promised to come very early.” Alston lied. “You should have told me! I’m your beta! I have responsibilities too, and I’ll be the first to ask anything if you go missing.” “She was already thinking that the child of prophecy came to kidnap you.” Zachariah said, making Alston scoff out. “We both know that’s not true.” He replied. “Then.. “Gather all the warriors,pick the best ten. And we’ll have a small talk with them.” Alston cut him off before walking past him towards his penthouse.

Nothing else matters except the food, which tells you how hungry they must have been. It was clear from their appearance how much they had starved, especially Hutton, who looked like a shadow of his former self. Those Spartan muscles that made him one of the strongest Alpha princes were all gone, like they had never been there. He looked skinny with the hairs on his head and his beard scraggly like that of a mad man. I was standing at the corner, my head leaning against the wall, staring at him, allowing memories of the past to flood my mind.From that moment when I was brought to his pack by his mother, to that day he killed my best friend, Linda,

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.

Spiro explained. That was not comforting. Nothing about Darius had been comforting since I first heard his name. “And neutral paths?” Ronan asked. Spiro glanced at him. “We will pass through parts that do not fully answer to any of the three crowns. Some have names. Some change names depending on who controls them for a season. Soothpyre. Ashville. Old Merroway. The cracked markets near the salt flats. We avoid most settlements if we can,” Spiro replied.