Theon Greyjoy Novels & Stories

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.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” A man from the elf army walked towards me his dark brown hair was long and braided down his back, but the sides of his head were bald, he had the same high cheekbones and pointed chin that Tyr had but he had broader shoulders and was a few inches taller than Tyr his eyes were a pale blue that almost looked white. “This is General Moon.” Tyr introduced him. “Call me Frey,” he smiled at my sisters and me. “Why are you running from the Goblin army?” Tyr asked me.

Draco muttered. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. “Zara, I don't see Jamie and Theon,” Lia whispered, trembling, and I glanced up to meet Draco's gaze, mustering a little courage that I didn't know I have. “Draco, where are my men? Jamie and Theon." Draco chuckled. “I thought you'd never ask. Theon is right here,” he announced, raising a human head, with blood trickling from it.

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

"If Leo's instincts are right... he isn't on the battlefield. He's somewhere inside Blackthorn right now." Back at the chaotic battlefield, the second Eclipse General landed with a deafening crash that shattered the bedrock beneath its paws. Its massive claws tore deep grooves through solid stone as its burning eyes settled on the king. "I am Vargros. General of Destruction." The third General landed immediately beside him, its body visibly leaner, faster, and built for lethal agility. Its feathered wings shimmered in the dim light like razor-sharp blades. "I am Zephion. General of Shadows."

Just wait, you pathetic excuse of a human! "His name is Jamie Grey, and he was a member of the Bluemoon pack. He was a menace there too, causing troubles all the time and about a year ago, the alpha finally expelled him, turning him into a rogue. There has been little information regarding what he did after that before he popped back into radar a few weeks ago, where a few people spotted him in neutral territory near our pack," Edward reported, making Claire frown. A rogue had the audacity to enter the pack territory and do something this daring? That was fishy!

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”