Young Robert Baratheon Novels & Stories

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.

My throat suddenly goes dry at the sight, little droplets of water clinged to his chest and glistening under the poor sunlight that peeked through the windows. “Mr Young...Wh-What are you doing here?” He smirked lazily and gave me a crooked smile, looking devilishly and utterly unworldly. “You tell me, What do you think I am doing?” Suddenly his weight dips on my bed and his body hovers above me, my mouth part opens and Mr Young tooked that as a chance to thrust his tongue in between my parted lips. “Ca-Can you move away?” my voice sounded hoarse and Unrecognisable.

Entering the living area a little while later, they found Jaime, Ace, Kass, Marcus,Royd Grace, Lydia, and Sansa. The smell of Onyx and Tasha’s combined scents seemed to hit everyone at once, because they were all smiling—even Sansa, despite that it was fake.

Racking my head for possible answers, someone said words I did not clearly hear. Letting go of my thoughts, I looked up. “What did you say, my lord? I'm sorry but I did not hear you properly.” “You're wondering why his parents were old people.” Ho—how did he know?! “Well, they had Aegon at a very old age. And I was born a few years before him. My parents were alive at that time. They also died from the war. We lost a lot of Wolves during that period. I lost my sister also.”

“Sure, he’s rough around the edges and is too trusting. Sometimes, he does the stupidest shit. But overall, he’s a good person. That said, I have got to admit that he hadn’t had many interactions with children.” “I thought Kings are supposed to be kissing babies and stuff,” I reply. Now that I think of it, I’ve never seen Theon with a pup, not even Kellin’s ones who keep running everywhere in the castle as soon as their parents give them the green light. “Not our one. Kids were always a grey area for him,” Kellin admits. “He was the youngest of his family and the youngest of his peers in university. But from what I’d seen from the few interactions he did have, he’s gonna be a good one. Just

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

Taryn looked at each face while the lords continued arguing until one of them, Lord Taront, spoke. “If I may, Your Majesty,” the Lord stood up “we are in a moment of peace, I believe that the alliance with another kingdom could be to our advantage.” Lord Taront was the youngest of them all, he had become lord at the age of five. After his entire family was exterminated during one of the lords’ rebellions against his uncle’s usurper. An extraordinary and brilliant mind rewarded young age. Taryn was sure that Taront was worth more than all the other Lords together, but that also made him extremely dangerous.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

Then, plan from there everything else. My name is Sebastian Stormcloak, and I am the King of the Vampires. 8 years ago, we attacked Deadly Nightshade as one of the rogues that works for me and saw her running around the pack boarders. She probably thought she wouldn’t have been seen as it was near a more isolated part of their boarders.

"Balancing such a big amount of assets is not easy, especially since the Full Moon territory has been heavily underfunded. I wonder what the hell Ryan was doing with the money for the last ten years; the numbers are just ridiculous." "Probably that's also why he had much fewer warriors than I originally thought his pack had had," says Theon entering the kitchen. He makes himself a mug of black coffee and sits beside Hayden and me. He smiles at Carson and gently touches his cheek. Hayden makes a move to give him my son, and for the moment, I see the panic in Theon’s eyes, but still, he accepts the challenge and holds my baby boy, who keeps calm. Maybe my son only cries when he is with me; may