Euron Greyjoy Book Novels & Stories

Alright, I never thought I would update this book again, but I'm pissed off. I'm really annoyed and fucking hurt. I can't believe how bloody rude some people can be and I'm tempted to not even write the second book because people commenting on this are so inconsiderate. I know the ending isn't happy, but not all books are happy and do you think I wanted to kill off Greyson ? Not really, I loved writing his character, but it happened and I've had the ending planned since I started writing this book and I know what I want to happen after. I wouldn't be able to write the second book if Greyson didn't die because I've been planning it for ages, so if you want Greyson to be alive right now then y

Bloodlines of the east. Then she stopped. Tucked between two massive books, almost hidden, was a thick book. Black leather. No title on the spine but it drew her attention. The cover was stamped in silver foil: a wolf wreathed in flame, a crown floating above its head. Underneath, In faded script: The west kingdom:a place of fire, control and purity. Hazel's breath caught. The mark on her wrist warmed. She opened the cover And a feeling overwhelmed her like a Warmth.

Dead in every way except breathing. Yet now... He knelt before Grey in wolf form. Entirely aware. Grey descended the steps slowly. "Lyon..." His voice sounded strangely rough. The former knight smiled weakly. "I apologize for my appearance." Grey ignored the joke. He grabbed Lyon's wolf head and put his own forehead against Lyon’s. "Look at me." Lyon obeyed. Grey searched his face desperately. No vacant stare. No confusion. No feral instincts. Only exhaustion. Only relief.

Wink on the other hand, grunted, sending warning to the archers. "I got North; ten to one o’clock," Kaizer whispered. "Mine's your west, six to nine. Wink can you guard our back?" Jace asked the dragon. The dragon proudly grunted, puffing gray smoke from his nose. Eurie tried her best to stand but her knees wobbled like a jelly, still shocked to the fall she went through. All she can do was look at the back of these two men; one she barely knew and the other she never seen before.

Every word from his mouth, every glance he cast her way, felt like a reminder of everything that had been lost. But she couldn’t ignore him. The Heart of the Greykin. The very name twisted in her gut. If it truly existed, it was the one thing that could change everything. If they could find it, perhaps the curse on her people could finally be broken. Perhaps her kind could stand again, no longer hunted like animals, no longer forced into the shadows. Still, she didn’t trust him. Cassian, for his part, said little on the journey. He was clearly still recovering from the injury she’d treated in the cave, though he refused to acknowledge his pain. His focus was always on the path ahead, as thou

The old dwarf peers at us through hooded eyes. Chugging the glass of milk in his hand he sets it down on the throne room table. The elder glances over each of us before his eyes land on me. Placing a fist over my heart I bow to him. "It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Fimrouck. I am Chieftain Eleonora of the Perilous Horde and this is my mate Flavius. Behind me are my warriors Soren and Dovydas," I introduce.

using the same sharp-edged tone. A cold smirk crossed Tyrion's mouth. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, his fingers laced. "Mr. Greco, do you mind sharing what was in the last message Ulisses Cordeiro sent you and the council members before he died?" I had no idea what Tyrion was talking about, but judging by Greco's reaction, he knew very well. His face became red, and his jaw clenched. "H-how do you know about the message?" he said, his voice sounding far less confident than any of his previous words.

Those were the recollections that would change his life forever. In his mind, fragment memories went vivid. Those times when Erganiv was not yet built. A time when it was just a part of the vast continent of Alegerio. Eleand recognized King Airoh and the book he held was none other than the King’s Grimoire…

The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmurs of the city outside created a peaceful background. While rummaging through the documents, a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled "Grey Enterprises: Classified." My curiosity piqued, I opened it, revealing a stack of old documents, financial records and surveillance photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized these were remnants of Sebastian Grey’s secret operations. One letter in particular stood out. Gray was called "The Raven" from someone's name. The cryptic language and eerie tone sent chills down my spine. The letter pointed to widespread fraud, suggesting that Gray and Blackwood were merely participants in a larger ga

“Every time I hear about you, it’s a different name. A man who can’t decide his name doesn’t know who he is.” “I don’t care about the name,” Rune muttered weakly. “He won’t need it in the place I’ll be sending him to.” “I evolve, Euron,” Chronicle stated. “Unlike your family, who sat at the pinnacle of evolution but refused to forge a path ahead. I am here to cleanse you.” Crator walked ahead, his grip on the axe tightening until it made a snapping sound. “Why are we still talking to this—” His words hung in the air as our jaws dropped.