Chapter 10 – The Battle Begins
Howland Reed burst into the Northern war camp just before dusk, his leather boots muddy and his eyes sharp.
He went straight toward Artos, who stood near the command tent going over formation lines.
"My Lord," Howland said, breathing hard, "Reach army coming. At least thirty thousand men—maybe more."
Artos didn't flinch. "You did good work, Lord Reed."
Lord Jeor Mormont stepped forward, eyes narrowed. "It's flat and open gr...
Chapter 9 – Lord of Winterfell
Artos Stark
My army was approaching the Vale war camp. Scouts had already informed me—Ned was here. Thank the gods. The North would meet its new lord, and Ned could finally stand among the Northern banners where he belonged.
As we reached the gates, Ned waited for us. I dismounted from Snow and strode to him.
I didn't hesitate. I wrapped him in a firm embrace.
"I missed you, brother."
"Me too, Arty... me too," Ned murmur...
Chapter 8 – Rebellion
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Battle of Summerhall
Robert Baratheon's POV
The stormlight painted the broken towers of Summerhall in hues of iron and gold. My heart thundered like distant drums as I led my men across the trampled, blood-soaked field. Lord Fell's sigil rippled on standard and surcoat—his host already drawn in defiance, braver than I'd hoped.
Across the gusting wind, he raised his sword.
"For King Aerys! For the Stormlands!" he cried.
Well the lastest chapter 'Reaction' was the last post of Arc 1 of the The bloody pack. It's been 3 months I have been writing this book. The support has been tremendous from all of you. Never have I expected that I will write a fanfic that I love to read so much. I created it for myself but it have been reached to all of you. I am very grateful for the support.
But for the next arc I will take time to improve and plan it better. The ideas have been changed. The first makeshift plan is ...
Chapter 91 -Reactions
Cersei Lannister
Cersie and Jamie were in the Queens Chamber. They were arguing
"You should have killed that fat oaf when he talked about Myrcella marriage now he is married to a northern savage. I told you he should be killed but you didn't listen." Cersei
Jamie sighs "You know that yourself that it isn't easy to kill Robbert. Ever since he got to know about the dragons. He is more aware and careful. He even started training again. With other...
Chapter 90 – Viper and the Wolf
Despite the storm that brewed between Cregan and the Sand Snakes, when he met Prince Oberyn Martell, there was no venom. They embraced as men do who know one another's worth—warriors with different blades, yet kindred all the same.
"My apologies for not finding you sooner, Oberyn," Cregan said with a half-smile.
Oberyn's dark eyes glittered with mischief. "No worries, Stark. You would not have found me regardless. I was… busy enjoyin...
Chapter 7 – Winter Is Coming
Artos stood in the heart of a gathered host—twenty-five thousand Northern warriors, steel in their hands and fire in their hearts. They had come to march south, to avenge their murdered lord and his heir.
Artos raised his voice so all could hear.
> "Men of the North!
The King has taken your Lord—my father—and his heir—my brother Brandon—and murdered them in cold blood. He thinks we are weak.
Are we weak?"
A thundero...
In this fic Dragons are weaker than thier Canon counterpart. Otherwise it would be too overpowered and overwhelming. They have been killed before by westoros after The conquest happen.Dragons have been Killed in this history of the fic.
Chapter 89 – Council of Lords, Part II
The chamber was heavy with silence after Lord Cregan Stark's words.
Robert Baratheon broke it with a growl. "Yes! I'll pay the price. I'll pay any price so long as that dragon-spawn is dead!" His fi...
Chapter 88 – "Council of Lords"
The Red Keep's council chamber was heavy with tension. The King had summoned not only the Small Council, but the great lords of the realm—or their chosen men. Such gatherings were rare, and always heralded storms.
The cause of this council was no mere border feud nor tax levy. It was a whisper grown too loud to ignore—rumors of dragons.
Varys, the Spider, glided forward, his soft hands folded. His tone was mild, but his words struck l...
Chapter 6 – The North Remembers
Artos marched toward Winterfell with an army of six thousand men at his back. Among them were 2,500 Skagosi warriors—a staggering number considering the entire population of the island barely reached twenty-five thousand. It was a true commitment.
Not only had Varr of the Magnars given his warriors, but also his granddaughter, Yor. She rode alongside them now. She wasn't overly beautiful, but she was striking in her own way—sharp-eyed and un...
Chapter 5 – Skagos
Artos had reached the northern shores where ships waited to ferry him to Skagos.
He now commanded nearly 3,500 warriors, all ready to fight and die for House Stark. With him stood Mors Umber, sent by Lord Rogar Umber to accompany the campaign. Mors had brought two to three hundred men of his own.
The ships that awaited them were no great longships or sleek galleys—just sturdy boats, seaworthy enough to carry them across the strait to the Isle of Ska...
Chapter 87 – "Why"
The Northern entourage finally reached King's Landing.
At the gates of the Red Keep, Lord Eddard Stark, Hand of the King, met them. Grey eyes stern, his face unreadable.
The Northern lords dismounted, kneeling one by one before him, showing their respect.
But Eddard's gaze fixed on his eldest son.
Eddard Stark: "I had thought you would be wiser than this, Robb. I expected foolishness of Cregan, aye, but not you. To wed the King's daughte...
Chapter 86 – "Wolves in the South"
Breakfast Hall, Winterfell
Morning light filtered through narrow windows, catching steam rising from iron kettles. Crackling hearth-fires burned away the chill, but Robb Stark's amusement needed no fire.
"You've clearly enjoyed your time, brother," Robb teased, eyes flicking to Myrcella across the table. Her blush painted her cheeks nearly red.
Cregan simply took another deliberate bite of his oatcake and ignored him.
Jo...
Ch 85- "Northern wedding"
In The Wolfswood
—Before the Gods Snow fell lightly in the clearing, blanketing the earth in hush and stillness. The heart tree stood tall, its red leaves unmoved by the cold. Myrcella Baratheon stood before it, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she breathed in the cold, pine-soaked air.
Peace.
It was strange, and yet deeply felt. Though the North had once chilled her to the marrow, something about this place now quieted her. The ai...
Chapter 84 —" Wolf and Rose: A Moon in the North"
Wolfswood
Shadows stretched long and blue between ancient trees, cloaking the riders as they wound deeper into the Wolfswood. Cregan and Myrcella rode side by side, cloaks drawn tight against the cold. The forest air was crisp, each breath a little sharper, as their horses moved along a snow-dusted trail.
For a long time, there was only the rhythm of hooves and the quiet hush of pine needles underfoot. At last, Cregan ...
Chapter 83 – "Winter's Ties"
In the North
Cregan Stark rode through the pine-choked road toward Winterfell under the star-scattered sky, his cloak snapping with the wind. The castle's grey silhouette loomed ahead, lit with flickering torches. It was late, and while most of the castle slept, his thoughts were very much awake.
He already dreaded the reckoning from his little niece. The Queen of Biscuits, she had dubbed herself. If word had reached her about dragons, she'd...
Chapter 4 – The Call of the Mountains
Artos Stark climbed the steep, wind-battered trails of the mountains, his cloak snapping in the cold wind. He already knew the answer he would receive—the mountain clans had always answered the call of the Wolf.
As they rode higher, he spotted seven hunters in the snow-cloaked woods. The men, wary and alert, froze at the sight of strangers.
One of them, clearly their leader, stepped forward and barked, "Who goes there?"
"Th...
**Chapter 3 – Call the Banners**
Nearly six moons had passed since Artos Stark stormed out of Winterfell and returned to Last Hearth. Now, on the edge of fifteen name days, he stood even taller—six feet two, broader in the shoulders. He'd grown fast, in body and battle both.
On this morning, he stood across from Greatjon Umber in the training yard, their sparring blades clashing with sharp, echoing strikes. Around them, the frozen dirt bore the scars of a dozen morning duels...
*"Chapter 2 – Brandon's Rage**
Three Stark siblings rode together, a host of men trailing behind them. Hundreds of men followed, direwolf banners flapping in the warm wind, a fierce reminder that Starks had come south.
Brandon Stark rode at the front, a hulking shadow atop his dark grey stallion, eyes simmering beneath thick brows. At six and a half feet tall, with a chest like a forge bellows and a jaw set in stone, he looked like a warrior carved from ice.
"You should...
Chapter 82 –" Plots, and Homecomings"
Volantis — The Company's Camp
Canvas snapped in the brisk river wind, the air thick with the smells of smoke and spiced stew drifting up from the soldiers' cookfires. In the center of the camp, Edwyle Snow unrolled a weather-stained letter and peered at Cregan Stark, eyebrows raised in mild disbelief.
Edwyle's voice was half-resentful, half-amused as he spoke. "Your father's sent a dozen letters in as many days—making sure nobody in...
Chapter 81 – "History is proof The north remembers "
Meereen – The Bloody Pits
The people of Meereen filled the fighting pits once again, buzzing with energy and excitement. For the first time in years, there was no slave blood spilled, only spectacle—and they were starved for it.
Word had spread quickly.
A duel between Daario Naharis, champion of the Second Sons and commander to their Queen, versus a foreign lord—a Northerner, rumored to be "The Wo...
Chapter 80: "Cregan Stark"
King's Landing – The Spider's Web
Varys sat alone in his private chamber deep beneath the Red Keep, the candlelight casting long shadows across the parchment in his hand.
Reports. Dozens of them. Whispers, sightings, merchants' accounts, rumors—every thread in Essos seemed to echo the name of Cregan Stark.
Or rather, as they called him beyond the Narrow Sea—the Bloody Wolf, or more ominously, the Wolf of the Ruins.
Varys had ...
Ch 79 "Tensions and Rage"
Drogon's POV
That weird two-legged wolf just treated me like a brat. I was giving him respect and even challenged him for the position of dominant beast, but he just shrugged me off, treating me like a child. At least he was worthy—he survived my challenge. My brothers always see me as their leader and never challenge me, but now a worthy beast has come, and he doesn't even acknowledge me. Even though he's a wolf—strange though, disguised as a human...
Chapter 78: "Wolf meet the dragons"
Outside Meereen – Cregan's Camp
Cregan Stark stood outside his tent, sharpening his blacksteel axe with slow, measured strokes. Shadow, the direwolf, lay curled at his feet, tail thumping lazily against the dirt.
"Did you send the message?" Cregan asked without looking up.
Edwyle Snow nodded, arms folded. "Aye. Loyal rider—swift, trusted. Should reach them before dusk."
"Good," Cregan replied, finishing a final stroke ...
Chapter 77: "The Game Behind the Throne"
Red Keep – Small Council Chambers
The chamber smelled faintly of parchment, sweetened wine, and sea breeze drifting in through high-arched windows. Yet the tension in the air was heavier than smoke from a battlefield. Lord Eddard Stark, the new Hand of the King, sat at the head of the table, already wearied by the weight of the crown's troubles—and they had only just begun.
The small council had assembled: Renly Baratheon, youn...
Chapter 76 – Blood, Wolves, and Fire
Volantis – Cregan's Chamber
The candlelight flickered gently against the stone walls, casting shadows that danced like specters of an old age. Cregan Stark, seated on a thick fur rug, absently ran his fingers through the sleek coat of Shadow, his massive black direwolf, who was sprawled on his back like an overgrown pup. The beast kicked lazily at the air, tongue lolling out, enjoying the rare moment of play.
Cregan smirked at the ...
Chapter 75: Stark Honor and Crown Decrees
Location: Lord Eddard Stark's Solar, Winterfell
The fire crackled quietly in the hearth, its warmth doing little to ease the tension in the room. Eddard Stark, King Robert Baratheon, and Robb Stark stood around a heavy wooden table, papers and goblets long forgotten.
"You think on it, Ned," Robert said, his tone gruff but not without feeling. "This could bring peace to the realm. Your daughter wed to my son—Stark and Baratheon, ...
Chapter 74 – The Aftermath
Volantis – Battlefield
The air reeked of blood and burning flesh.
Pillars of smoke twisted into the darkening sky as bodies were stacked and set aflame. Blood pooled in the mud, soaking into the scorched earth. The battle had been won—but it had not been clean.
In the center of the war camp, amidst the stench of death, Cregan Stark sat on a battered wooden chair. His face was stone, emotionless. The great black direwolf, Shadow, lay...
I know timeline is a bit confusing Cregan PoV is a bit ahead of timeline of others POV in most cases,like in this
Cregan arrived in essos for the few days nothing has started yet when letter is received in winterfell.
When Robbert arrived in winterfell, Cregan just finished the war . I know you thought it was started and over so quickly. It started late than you think and took time for info gathering, parley meeting (first one) . Force gathering,etc.
But it was over quic...
Chapter 72 – Trappers Get Trapped
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the Company of the Rose's camp outside Volantis. Cregan Stark stood still, his blacksteel axe slung across his back, flanked by Edwyle Snow. The rider from the Second Sons stood before them, dusty from travel, and visibly uneasy—though he tried to hide it behind a straight back and a stony face.
Cregan stared deep into the man's eyes, silent, unmoving, letting the weight of his presence do most...