A Song Of Ice And Fire Novels & Stories

Right now, I'm in the process of writing out chapters of good quality, which would lead to a perfect ending to THE NORTHERN KING'S TRIBUTE. I hope to have the same amount of attention and love to THE NORTHERN KING'S TRIBUTE once I start updating again. Muah💋

THEN YOU. "So Doris why are you taking this class anyway? Lana questioned curiously. "Well, I needed a new hobby to escape from your brother's moodiness," Doris replied with a wave of her hand. "Before I get incarcerated for murdering the Frost Lord." Lana crumbled in laughter. "Frost Lord? Whoa! That nickname suits him perfectly," she boomed. "I love it!" Doris sat erect. "I mean, man is always walking around like he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders," she complained. "Turning everything to ice in his wake, making you feel uncomfortable for the slightest thing."

It truly looks like a flame. “They are beautiful. I have never seen anything like them. The combination of ice and fire.” I mumble as both Robert and Kai chuckle. I look at them and raise an eyebrow. “What?” I say with a chuckle. They both smile, shaking their heads. “You need to stop watching G.O.T.” Robert says and I roll my eyes. I’m right though the Ice Lily causes mayhem, but the Dragon’s Flame burns it away. Yeah, that’s lame, but still it is like ice and fire.

UNKNOWN POV I have been stuck in this never-ending hell for so long now. I don’t know how many years it's been or the time that has passed. I keep reliving the last day over and over. It’s on a constant loop.I can't believe those blasted witches sent me to the neverclear void. It has driven me insane. Lucius Nightshade was an asshole and destroyed my clan all because he couldn’t accept the fact that I refused to give him my land so he could expand his pack to make it bigger after he took over and slaughtered the Golden Moon Pack and took their land as well. He destroyed a good pack and my clan because of greed. If you ever get free of here, Lucius and his family will pay dearly for the destr

The song above is 'The Song of the Caged Bird' by Lindsey Stirling, an amazing violinist. Later in the chapter, when Ariella plays her violin, I imagine her song to be similar to the one above :) 4312 words8 Flames dance between us, glowing orange and golden. Their light is reflected in his onyx irises, illuminating them with amber and scarlet sparks. With a gaze like a cunning predator, he watches me watching him. Aware. Alert. Direct and unrelenting.

Alice asked and made the first move without thinking,,Leviana tried to stab her with the sword but Alice grabbe-d her neck and throw her across the room but Leviana didn’t fall,she appeared behind Alice and smashed her with the the sword,,Alice fell on the ground but she didn’t bleed,instead she started tearing up,,icy tears! Alice stood up and faced Leviana again,Leviana stared at her in shock,nothing happened to her “I told you,,,I’m gonna kill you!” Alice yelled and immediately her hair loose-ned, numbers of swords made of ice from her hair charged toward Leviana,,they stabbe-d her all over her belly. Leviana’s eyes turned red but before she could think of what to do,,Alice stretched her

Meera reached up to pinch his nose. "Because they're different," he insisted. "Like night and day, or ice and fire." "If ice can burn," said Jojen in his solemn voice, "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one." "One," his sister agreed, "but over wrinkled."

“I do, Mitsuhide. If you would like it, of course. It matters little to me, but your face shows how interested you are with it. It is the least I could do. You have offered to shelter me for nothing in return. A gift like this is appropriate.“, she replied. “A gift like this is unheard of. You are giving fire to a warlord, Princess. That in itself is a dangerous thing in these times.“, he stated. “A kitsonebi.” “A what?“, she asked. “Kitsonebi a flame created by a kitsune.“, he replied. “Maybe the ball works backward then?“, she said with a chuckle. “Huh?“, he asked. “The kitsune ball you gave me last night. You said it was so the kitsune would have to help the one who held it. Maybe that is

He had seen the massive King Lucian bleed for his people, holding a defensive line for decades, only to instantly bow his head in reverence to the ancient primordial fathers. And then there was the song. Even down in the shadows of the lower corridors, Aelion had felt the golden-green warmth of Navarien’s lullaby washing through the stone. It hadn't just healed Elsbeth; it had reached into Aelion’s own chest, soothing a deep, ancestral ache he hadn't even known he carried. It was a magic of pure love—something the cold, sterile glass palaces of his home had never once produced. The Elders didn't want to save the world from monsters. They were the monsters. They were frantic tyrants smashing

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.