Aerys Ii Novels & Stories

I raised a brow. “Yes, Vogar.” “Tell your brother what you did to Piper, your best friend.” Her body still as she turned to face her brother. “I killed Piper. I ripped out her heart, dumping her in her bathroom.” “Good girl. Now tell your brother what you did to Lyrik.” “I ordered the men of Vogar to tear her apart and bury her.” “Why?” I whiffed. “I didn’t want her to come near the throne or have Leo’s child.”

Lord Everton's piercing gaze bore into Lord Alden, his eyes demanding answers. Lord Everton took a deep breath, his voice resolute as he began to speak. His words echoed through the area, reaching my ears with a mix of conviction and accusation. I strained to catch every syllable, eager to understand the motivations behind his alleged treachery. "I, Lord Everton, shall now take charge of this inquiry.," he opened a paper and started reading " lord Alden, you stand accused of a grave charge. It is alleged that you conspired to aid other kingdoms in their attempt to seize the Iron Throne, despite your knowledge that it rightfully belongs to King Roberick. How do you plead?"

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

They weren't moving to help her, no, their eyes gleamed with cruel amusement, like wolves circling a deer that had just bitten one of them. "Enough," Orion's voice was a razor. But his beast didn't agree, his nails had already lengthened into claws, gouging lines into the wood of his throne as every instinct screamed to rip Iver apart. He had not missed the way the General's hand had touched what was his and in front of the council. Rey's gaze darted toward him, not in fear, but in a strange, unreadable challenge. Iver rose to his feet slowly, towering over her. The cut on his temple had already begun to knit together, but his eyes... his eyes promised violence.

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

Almost like coding. “What are you doing?” I ask curiously, looking confused as I watch him type away “Hacking into the System Database” Came His clipped answer, a Signal that he Won't Give up Much information. “Bingo” I squint My eyes at the screen, at the Sound of his Voice, “Son's name is Roman, was born August 5. There's no Other information about his friends, School, or Anything Else.” “What about the year?” “It doesn't say here”

Then I swung the sharp blades across his throat, deep enough to kill him in seconds. As the ground beneath him changed into dark-red, sticky mud, the crowd turned silent. With the last beat of his heart, Dante Greco turned into his lifeless human form. I raised my head and looked at the members of the royal council. Their mouths were open, and they all stared at me in disbelief. I brushed Greco's blood off my claws and hid them. Tyrion smirked, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the council. Tyrion briefly looked each member in the eyes before saying, "Let me state that again, Aria Seymour is my mate. She is the only woman I wish to claim, and I will. Now bow down because the one before you

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

"And true. Yet you have no proof. Of this incest. No more than you did a year ago." "There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think."

He just closed his eyes as if it was acceptable that his fate would be. "Mama, sorry..." He cried before waiting for the monsters to attack. A few minutes later, Migi felt nothing. "Is that it? I died without feeling any pain? "he said while not opening his eyes. Later on, he smelled something fishy, and he also heard a scream that seemed to hurt. He opened his eyes and the scattered corpses of the three men were exposed to him. He stiffened in his seat when he saw the familiar man in front of him holding a sword. "Sebastian?"