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.

»» «« The young man with a broad chest opened his eyes suddenly, clamps of sweat had formed on his face and chest. Again, he was having that nightmare from his past. Just like his father had said, this man was rich and he wasn't going to stop making money even though he gets it in an impure way. Ryan Lannister stood from his white bed, he strode to the bathroom. Ryan wasn't the little scruffy boy from before. Now, he has grown and has a broad chest with a well-defined face, refined jaw, and red plumpy lips. Tall and slender body with brown golden skin. Once he was done in the bathroom, he strode back into his gorgeous room, he stood at the shelf where he had kept his pack of cigarettes, he s

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.

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

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.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

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