Theon Greyjoy Novels & Stories

Grey approached cautiously, as if not to scare me away. Maybe I had a fight-or-flight look on my face. Who knows? I mean, I was a nervous wreck, and to top it off, determination and anticipation were killing me. This is what you wanted, Aubri, a chance to have a word with Mr. Thornton, so put on your crown and get this done, I scold myself. Extending his hand, he said, "Good day, young lady. My name is Mr. Ivan Grey, and I am Mr. Theodore Claude Thornton's Right Hand."

Gray replied, earnest and solemn, devoid of any hint of jest. I took a deep breath and asked with a trembling voice, "I don't understand what you mean. You are the Alpha of Blood Dawn, and I come from the Black Furies. We just met recently, how could I... be related to you?" Gray grabbed my shoulders, looking into my eyes, and said, "Believe me, I wouldn't joke about this matter. I have a very lovely younger sister; she's an angel, but... I accidentally lost her... I owe her an apology. So, for these years, I have been searching for her."

Theon A large, magical creature like a griffin landing in front of her out of nowhere makes Valencia Everhart cry out of fear. She is so startled that she drops the sword she'd just unsheathed. Her wide, fear-laden eyes stare up at the griffin as it cries at her loudly, its sound a mix between an eagle and a lion. Seeing her after Elias’s death makes rage rush through my body, and I jump off the griffin's harness. Jesse pulls the griffin back, giving me enough space to confront her.

Theon crouched down in front of him . “You—” Theon stopped. His eyes widened. He was shocked by what he saw. “What? Why? Did you hear it too?” Zaiden saw Theon's shocked expression. Theon shook his head. "Your eyes... Aren't they blue?" Theon said, still shocked. "What do you mean? Ahh, I have to go. It feels like Lyall is pulling me." Zaiden turned into a white wolf. He stared at Theon for a moment, then took off running.

Corey set the glass down, his curiosity sharpening. “The beings you and I have only heard about in passing,” Greyhem continued, “were real. Tangible. Alive. And in those times… John Crane was not just from a noble family—he was the current last of the royal bloodline among wolves. Ferocious, honour-bound, and feared. And John Crane’s blood…” He paused, eyes narrowing. “It’s ancient. Very ancient. Older than most people even know.” Corey frowned slightly. “And the other name—Lilune?”

The bone shattered on impact, leaving the shoulder a mess of blood and torn flesh. The night air filled with Gregory's screams. As he teetered on the edge of consciousness, Gideon pulled out the spear and raised it again. "Please, sir, spare me!" Gregory finally broke, fear evident in his face. "Now you're afraid?" Gideon's face twisted with contempt. Fighting through the pain, Gregory begged, "Sir, we've never met before, so there must be some misunderstanding. Why are you attacking the Yovarian Guild?" "'Misunderstanding'?" Gideon's rage erupted as he drove his spear through Gregory's left leg. "I am Gideon Snow of the Snow family of Goldspire. Now, do you understand why I'm here?"

Moments later the darkness crept back into my vision. This time the darkness felt like a tunnel with a light at the end. I felt myself being guided and pulled towards the light. Fear filled me but something felt different this time. I didn't feel like I was wading. the light although bright, felt somehow warmer and safer. I approached with caution. I blinked slowly as I entered the light. I blinked and blinked, and my eyes focused slowly onto square ceiling tiles above me.

The ride was a plunge into madness. The Varek cavalry, five hundred of the kingdom's finest, poured out of the Grey Keep not as a unified phalanx, but as a pack of wolves joining a wild, chaotic hunt. Kaelen was at their head, his body a low, fluid line of predatory grace, his mind a cold, calculating machine that was processing the storm of information pouring through the bond.

And he gladly returns the steely-eyed look in kind. I leave Joshua’s side to move forward; I clasp my hand on his shoulder; I feel it slacken beneath me and slump to a calmed set. “Who are you?” I quiz. “Do you work for the Apion’s or something?” “I look after their horses,” he says simply. I scorn him with a heated look that conveys better than what words can. He sighs in defeat and unfolds his arms, laying down his verbal forges. “I guess we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Grey. Hunter Grey,” he introduces. He outstretches his hand towards Atticus who looks down at it with a revolted expression like his hand is drenched in urine. His gaze ascends to bore into Hunter’s eyes.

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's