Aerys Ii Novels & Stories

“And April said it’s probably going to be worse than when my stomach was clawed open. So that didn’t sound any fucking better.” Ariel looked over at me, “Troy? What was it like for you?” I answered truthfully, “it hurt. It kind of felt like all your bones breaking at ones. But it’s only like that the first time.” Cyrus scuffed, “not fucking helping dude. Like bones breaking? Like all your fucking bones breaking?!” Kane shook his head, “I’ve never even broken one bone.” Ariel became quiet and then almost whispered, “Beta Tyrion used to break my bones. To see how they would heal.”

Logan called aloud and Jasmine came running in. Aeris stared wordlessly at her as she answered to Logan.. "Paste it on the walls of the entire kingdom staffing from the palace... A new decree from me... I LOGAN THEON, ALPHA OF EMBER WOLVES HAVE DECIDED THAT IF THE NAME DECLAN IS MENTIONED AGAIN.. WHETHER RELATING TO THE PREVIOUS ALPHA OR IS THE NAME OF THE CHILD OF THE PERSON.. SHALL DIE " Logan said not even sounding reasonable one bit. Aeris scoffed and started soaking the clothe in the water and twisting it back into the bucket.. Logan just tripled her duty.

His cruelty was all I ever saw, but this here, this was new, and I was loving it. “I have this rule, never to kill children no matter what. I almost broke it today because of that bastard.” He smashed his hand onto the table. Expecting tears, I tilted my head, checking each and every part of his face. He raised his head to stare at me, and he didn’t even have a line of tears to show for it. Tch! “Who would be so wicked to use children during a war like that?” I asked. “Who else but the only man who is far cruel and always greedy for power? The Alpha of the Moon Hound Pack, Harry.”

"What do you mean?" "Averi Mortala is the first born prince. He is male and that automatically grants him a birth right to rule this kingdom... he is acknowledge as the crown prince of Arryn until the King died when he is seven or eight? I am not sure but at the very same year. He adbdicate the throne to Orius, his younger brother though for me, he is the perfect cut for the title." Malik smiled at me. He rested his arm above my shoulder, "If he didn't abdicate the throne. It was him who is going to be your husband and not Orius."

He was ready to face whatever hardships awaited him. As Azure glanced around, his gaze met Eros's intense and hostile stare. The hatred in Eros's eyes was palpable, a smoldering fire fueled by envy and insecurity. It was clear that Azure's growing strength threatened Eros's position and authority within the Eirian. Azure remained stoic, refusing to show any signs of fear or weakness. He knew Eros would be a formidable obstacle on his path to freedom.

, all eyes, nose and ears were on her while she spoke, " but if you can be witty enough to cut off at least one of its legs, you will make killing it much easier for yourself " She was speaking English, but that definitely sounded like Greek, and I was sure that no other person in the room understood what she was saying. Nevertheless, she went on without interruption, " their Maester has a council, and in that council he has a hand by name Donaerys, a true born vampire sharing the same ancestors with him and the mastermind behind every successful operation he carries out, through him their pride has gained connections with the humans and their modern technologies, always making them one step

As soon as I close my eyes to sleep, I have the worst dream. I'm in the middle of a battlefield, the ground is full of dead bodies of people I knew, my people. Rogues and slayers are attacking left and right, and a man whose face is burnt and wearing a black ensemble is standing tall on a cliff as he watches the chaos, "Amacus," He is holding my mate and sister on either side. I run towards them while he laughs coldly, enjoying my despair as I scream, and just like that, he slits my sister's throat. Arya's teary

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.

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

“I only regretted not listening to Lewis earlier! “You don’t deserve to live.” “Are you done?” Jack let out a cold laugh. “Then it’s my turn.” He grabbed the vase and swung it toward her head, but his knees suddenly buckled. The vase shattered against the floor with a sharp crash, and he collapsed on the broken shards. Blood spread quickly beneath him. “It wasn’t only in the food. I put the sleeping pills in the water too. “You don’t deserve to live. And neither do I. We both needed to face what we’ve done.”