Stannis Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Curiosity got the better of me, so I followed her. She led me to an abandoned warehouse, where she stopped, turned, and smiled at me. "You tailed me all the way. Here's your big surprise!" A prickle of alarm ran through me, and I turned to go. An instant later, something thudded hard against the wall behind me. I whipped around to find Ivy sprawled where she had fallen, blood running down her forehead. The sight sent a chill down my spine. As confusion needled at me, footsteps pounded up behind. Andrew swept in with his bodyguards in tow, all of them wound tight.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

My father is a Rogue? Lowering his voice, Beta Stannis whispers faintly, a chilling secret meant only for those in the arena to hear. “To ensure the stability of our alliance and to… resolve this unfortunate situation, you will be a substitute.” He says, and the rest of his words tear through me, a brutal, unexpected blow, “You’ll take Princess Natalie’s place in her... arranged marriage... to Alpha Dane.”

Staring into Sebastian's icy eyes, I scoffed at myself and said, "Alright, I'll delete it right now!" I pulled out my phone and announced my departure from the family business on Instagram. I was about to shut down my work profile when I heard him say: "You're one of the old guards in this company. I trust you. You know what matters. Just go." Sebastian watched me with a poker face as I tapped on my phone, and he realized I was not bluffing, so he spoke up, a hint of panic in his voice. Rosa piped up then, "Don, doesn't my word mean anything?"

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

The low groan that leaves his lips sends a hot wave of need straight through me. The tips of my fingers drift over the ink that brands his skin. It begins on the right side of his ribcage before wrapping around his back. The shield is divided into four sections of red and black color. A large golden lion stands on its hind legs in the middle. On top of the shield sits a golden crown. The detail is gorgeous and intricate.

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

She isn't even aware that I am her mate, and I'm sure she wouldn't hesitate to reject me if she finds out. I was standing before the resort I had a one-night stand in. I would spend my night here rather than stay with Ava. “Tyrion!” I heard someone call my name from the back, but when I turned, I saw no one. “I can't even see clearly any longer. I'm f*cking drunk." I mumbled under my breath and continued walking into the resort.

"There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think." "Yet how are men to see him, if he is at Storm's End?" Stannis drummed his fingers on the Painted Table. "It is a difficulty. One of many." He raised his eyes. "You have more to say about the letter. Well, get on with it. I did not make you a knight so you could learn to

I'm never going to make that mistake. Nevertheless, I'm not going to allow all of what Celine said to get in the way. I know she wants to get to me so I can give up, but that's not happening. It takes two to tango, and am an expert dancer. Darren hasn't admitted that's he's with Celine yet, so that means there's still hope. Watch out for me... The game just got real..... . . . Natalie's P. O. V