Game Of Kings Blood Throne Novels & Stories

The iridescent golden-red aura flared outward in a massive, blinding shockwave of raw thermal energy, instantly vaporizing the royal tapestries hanging along the walls and turning the High King’s silver rapier into a drooping, molten line of useless liquid metal that dripped onto his boots. The High King shrieked, dropping the burning hilt as the sheer, unyielding majesty of the true bloodline pressed down on his chest like an iron weight, violently forcing him to his knees on the hard stone of his own dais. "Look upon the bloodline you tried to burn," I commanded, my fangs fully extended past my lips as a cold, predatory smile cut through my features. "And tell me who holds the right to the

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

Those are the people rumoured as a vicious beings created as mark of being a Royal on the Adilara Kingdom, the Royal Blood is very least that it identified a true ruler, in the Adilara Kingdom, it was a battle of throne and killing is necessary to take the throne but only if the successors and the challenger has the Royal Blood into them. It was a traditional game of throne, so bloody that King Oliver had to kill his father and raised his brother to erase the existence of a bloody game of throne. That was the only way, the only way to stop the rule of that bloody game of throne. To stop the cicle of having deaths in the Adilara Kingdom because of a throne. Yes, a throne that is only been suc

He explained, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, turning his attention towards me, his dark irises attentively scanning all over my features, obviously searching for my reaction. WHAT.THE.FUCK. This is my reaction. “Ookay now, I’m just gonna pretend that I actually didn’t hear this Game of Thrones allusion,” I stated, irritation and annoyance resonating loud and clear in my tone. “What?” Way to go, moron. Why did I even think that he would know what Games of Thrones is? He sighed, running a hand through his jet black tousled hair, “Look, Blake, we’ve been through this already. I told you, we are not born like you guys. We do not share the same blood. We were simply created from the p

It is with compassion and worry for both his wife and unborn child. If his enemies could hear his current tone of voice, they would all be shocked to death. His voice now is soft and caring, as if caressing and soothing the discomfort his partner is having. He is King Eddard, the great noble of House Romania, the remaining pure-blooded vampire King, and the Symbol of the Blood Oath of the Southern Covenant. Where he stands, the earth shatters. Where he walks, so does the river of blood. Where he points his sword, wailing widows appear.

But it was the note that drove the air from my lungs—handwritten in elegant script that somehow made its contents more obscene: *The abominations you carry will never wear these crowns. Their mixed blood will never contaminate the throne. Consider these toys a kindness—a preview rather than the reality that awaits if you continue this perversion of nature. There are many of us, watching, waiting. The Pure Blood Coalition cleanses what is impure. Your daughters will never draw breath in this kingdom.*

I didn’t look back. The throne was a myth. But the blood? That would be real.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."