Theon Greyjoy Novels & Stories

Chapter Sixty Seven Grey had her walk. She used to walk as if she owned the land she walked on. Elio did not like her way of being. Whatever she did, it felt like she was a master of it or perhaps she lived like a Master half of her life. Grey came from a family of protectors. Her ancestors were the sworn servants of the Fords. Her dynasty was as old as the family of Fords. They have been working together for as long as they have existed.

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.

“Outta here or I’m gonna fucking burn you all to hell!” I slowed down, turning the LED down and to my right, and spotted Kujo’s dark shape a few steps ahead. He was very still. I hurried to his side. His growls were faint. He sounded like panting or groaning. I crouched down by his side and touched his back. My eyes widened in a whole new level of horror when I saw the grayish lines along his side. He jolted away when I touched them. “You’re hurt!” I cried. “Go back. I got it.”

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

The moon goddess wouldn’t be able to save them from the wrath that came with betrayal. I turned to Stone, signalling him to make the war cry. It was time. “War!” he yelled, his eyes charged. I smiled, slow dark and chilling, the traitors clothed in desecrated loyalty, charged forward, stomping to their death. Grey rode close to me, his eyes looking around in alert, he knew his duty, when we had crossed the first valley, and cloaked in thick dew, he would make his move. I could already tell that they would try to make their moves at that moment.

Lowell stands his ground. His white mane is soaked red at the ends. His back is hunched, but he doesn’t fall. He breathes hard, chest rising like thunder. Beside him, Theon fights too—just as tall, just as carved from something ancient. His silver fur flashes like a blade under the night sky. But he’s young. Wilder. More reckless. He roars and pushes through a group trying to flank his father. “Back up!” he shouts. “You’re surrounded—!”

White lilies, blue moonbells, clusters of wild foxglove. My throat tightened as I approached. The headstone was polished dark granite. Noah Blackthorn 2002 – 2017 Beloved Alpha Heir, Son, Brother and Raven King. I crouched beside it, my fingers brushing over his name and I could almost feel him here. I rested my forehead lightly against the top of it for a moment the way I always did, feeling my eyes burn a bit. Then I stood and kept hold of Aria’s hand, pulling her close.

“I am Envoy Sareth of the kingdom your archives still prefer to leave unnamed. I thank you for receiving the request without the longer delays such crossings usually invite.” Alaric did not offer her a seat. “Your packet stated the matter could not be deferred. You have the audience. Speak.” Sareth’s gaze moved briefly to me, then back to Alaric. “Grey of Hollow Fall crossed into our territory carrying information he believed we required. He did not flee your justice as a man running from exposure alone. He ran to warn my people. He understood, perhaps better than your own council, what the appearance of the shoulder mark in a living child would mean on our side of the border.”

Graycort the same thing. When I opened the Graycorts’ front door, I was startled to see Kamron on his way out. “Hi.” Ugh. Now I’m being an idiot and awkward. “Save me!” He whispered. He looked behind him, then he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the side of the house. “Who am I saving you from?” I asked when we stopped. He peeked around the corner, and I took in his appearance. His hair was more tousled than usual, and I swear I saw a purple feather sticking to his shirt.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.