Blackwater Bay Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

***"The... Error... must... be... consumed..." The black liquid began to seep from the figure's robes, flowing down the stairs like a living tide. Everywhere it touched the snow, the ground turned into a black, bubbling void. The Northern wolves who were too slow to move were swallowed instantly, their bodies melting into the black sludge without a sound. Damon looked at the black tide approaching his feet, his eyes wide with horror. "You promised!" he choked out, looking at the Elders. "You promised I would keep the North! You promised I would be the only Alpha left!"

She held my hand, urging His Majesty to bring my marriage forward because she feared I would regret this. His Majesty looked pleased, too. He and my husband-to-be, Gideon Swain, were blood brothers. Naturally, the bond between them was stronger than others. I knew little about Gideon, even in my past life. All I knew was that he had a reputation for being a devil incarnate. He was stationed with the army in Morbeck with the task of guarding the nation's borders and rarely returned to the capital. That was why none of the noble ladies in the capital wanted to marry him.

Head thrown back, he grunted moving deeper. More blood oozed out of the cut on my wrist. I was loosing too much blood. My eyes begun to waver, eyelids felt so heavy. Tylor's grunts and groans started fading into a distance as I felt myself slipping away into oblivion. Last thing I saw was the back wolf lurking behind the trees staring out through the window with its golden eyes.

And then it came into view, my most favourite scene ever. “Stop the car Steph, I want to get out.” Steph pulls to the side of the road and the car draws to a stop. I step out of the car. The air was still thick with drizzle, and I wrapped my arms around myself against the September chill. The promise if Autumn just around the corner. In front of me sat the sprawling outer wall of the old Bailey, the last surviving part of the Castle Black. In its centre was a few crumbling stone walls where the castle would have once sat proud and strong. A deep moat ran around the perimeter.

But I knew it would only make the situation worse so instead, I trotted off behind a tree and chucked my clothes on before walking back to the guys. "Who are you? And what are you doing on Dark Apollo's territory?" I stood frozen for a second. Everyone knew whose territory that is and it just so happens that I, Luara Black, accidentally crossed Bryan Daniels's territory. He was known for his brutal and ruthless mentality, I knew that the chance of me leaving with a sweet apology and a wave goodbye was certainly not going to happen. Alpha Bryan Daniels at the age of fifteen took over his father's pack after killing his dad after he attacked his mother in a fit of rage.

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

"He will be looking for a ghost. And that is what we shall be. But our destination is no longer the Silent Moon. We are going to Blackwater Port." A murmur of disbelief ran through the men. Blackwater Port was Admiral Thorne's stronghold, the very heart of the serpent's nest. It was a place where a Varek king, especially one presumed to be losing his mind, would be welcomed with a crossbow bolt rather than a cup of wine.

The carcass of the Abyssal Leviathan disappeared into the pitch-black freezing waters above, taking the madness of the trench with it. At the bottom of the world, bathed in the soft, ancient luminescence of the flawless white jade gates, Caleb Blackwood stood motionless. The timer in his HUD was a relentless executioner: 69:40:12.

The Avatar didn't notice the blacklight, thus after eliminating the Black being, the Avatar moved in the opposite direction. Leaving behind, the floating, broken pieces of asteroids. That, Once, used to be the Black Water Continent.

“Blackwater was just the beginning. She’s shaping the roads. The shrines. The borders.” I lean down one last time, voice low enough that only he can hear. “She miscalculated one thing.” He looks up at me, eyes glassy. “She thought I’d chase her.” The doors close. Silence slams into the room. Ronin exhales slowly. “We lost two at Blackwater,” he says. “Four injured. The breach collapsed when we destroyed the runes, but… it stabilized faster than it should have.” “She wanted to see how we’d respond,” I say. “She got what she needed.”