1. From another world into a Game of thrones Chapter 1


    Date: 8/3/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Fan fiction, Romance, Author: Dirtymind543, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    watches every time I lie A face that laughs every time I fall (And watches everything) So I know that when it's time to sink or swim That the face inside is hearing me Right beneath my skin Teren walked out of the forest as everyone got a good look at his angry face and drawn swords. The Greyjoys and their helpers unsheathed their swords and ran to the side of their leader as he called out to the stranger. "You there, identify yourself or die!" Teren merely narrowed his eyes and reached out for his magic. Two the shock, awe and fear of the Greyjoys and townspeople, a black wing spread from the man's back as he spoke. "I am those people's friend and your enemy. That is all you need to know, Greyjoy scum." He told Kreptyn as the music played on. It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin Luna growled fiercely at his side, her eyes turning demon red as the Greyjoys stared in fear at the giant like wolf. Teren readied himself and tightened his grip on his swords and whispered a prayer to God. He was sure that even in another Universe, God could still hear him. "And as for dying, well......that's up to you, isn't it, Greyjoy?" No more talk. They charged at each other, 50 against 1. It was forever to be known as the Greyjoy massacre. It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what ...
    I'm hearing within It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin ##################################### Kreptyn was on his knees, bleeding from a wound at his side and tired. Oh soo tired.... The freed townspeople surrounded him and jeered at his defeat. Only twenty of his men remained, bound tightly and under guard with swords at their throats, none of them Greyjoys. All his soldier kin were dead. The ones left were the petty thieves and lowlifes he had paid. No rapists. HE..THAT MAN. He had seemed to know them specifically. And hadn't let any live. He had defeated them all. He and that Thrice damned wolf of his.Using powers unseen and terrifying to defeat them. Flames from his hands burning many of his men to death. And now the crowd cheered for him and surrounded their savior, crying out blessings and thanks. They wanted to hold him, touch him, be near the man who had saved them from slavery and worse. Teren had come to a decision. He would speak to them. They who had seen his abilities and saved them. They would spread the word of him throughout the kingdoms. He hopped onto a platform and waved for silence which came quickly from the men and women of the town, even from the beaten captive men. "You do not know me. I am stranger to you. I may be only that. A stranger that just so happened to hate scum like those dead Greyjoys and what they do. Indeed I am different from many a ...