Novel & Cerita Game Of Kings Blood Throne

PERFORMANCE TASK 6 Chosen set of elements: D. an abandoned house, a dress, and a lump in the bed Genre/Theme: Thriller, Action, Fantasy "Tales of the Forgotten Hero" The land of Britannia is a world where diverse species exist. Humans coexist with various of bloodlines. The golden bloods ruled the entire kingdom, they are the royals who balance the four kingdom of Britannia. Each territory is surrounded by thick and tall walls. Beyond those walls creatures of the dark awaits the singking of the sun to run havoc outside the wall.

"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

she says. My heart drums rapidly in my chest. The female who stood before me is one of the most respected monarchs in Midgar. Nefertari, the Blood Queen of Fae, or so she was called. Her reign started with the mass killing of the corrupt Fae council. Stepping forward I place a fist over my heart bowing.

The honor a knight earns in battle, defense for the weak, and even standing bravely where no one will and can. THE CROWN. A royal blooded title, pride, and the entirety of their lives deal, where their world revolves and is only known for. Taken as the highest in the towering pedestal of their lives, it is the throne where blood and sins were covered. With its brightness and fame as the ruler and ruling stance of their lives, it is the dark and menacing life that only cares for power and luxury, that even the purest one can be tainted with its darkness.

The battle lasted for roughly two and a half hours. I ended the fierce duel using one, final slash with all the strength left in my body. I managed to cut the Serpent’s head into half as green liquid that seems to be the its blood spurted all throughout the town. Finally, the battle is over. The monster has been annihilated.

And if, it was any other God, they would take it for treason which it is, but as it is, my flawed nature allows me to joke even at wrong moments, which baffles me, because at this point, anyone could have killed king Orrin. And all that we know, we can't do anything about it yet, until the end of the competition of Gods, to attain a new king to the throne. Such a competition that hasn't been held in the last thousand years. And such a competition which will begin from the 3rd day after king Orrin 's ceremonial burial. "Alec," My head snaps away from my journal to the voice calling my name. Odell stands at the open door, with two hands into the white suit trouser he is wearing.

"I'm listening, Teacher." "He asked me to take him with me a long time ago. He wasn't the real heir upon birth, but his brother died on an expedition to seek what he believe was the means to break the royalty's curse. Hence, he was chosen to ascend to the throne." She began narrating her knowledge of him. "Then?"

several voices yelped. “Is that even possible?” I asked. “Technically, if I’m the last member of my bloodline, anyone who kills me will have the kingship passed to them and their bloodline. Just like how the Alphas used to take power from other, weaker Alphas,” Theon explains. “But no one had ever tried that with my family. We always had more than three Rexellen wolves alive at the same time. This is the first time our bloodline has been so narrow.”

, I said to myself, tapping my forehead in anger. Yes, it started with something like a Don, but the end of the name sounded like something I had heard on a TV show somewhere. I tried remembering the TV show, it was a very popular TV show, something about games and thrones - Game of Thrones, that was it. His name sounded like one of the characters, the queen with the blonde or rather white hair, Danearys. I tried to combine the two pieces of information in my head and then it struck - Donaerys. That was his name, Donaerys.

They’d enslaved the oldest bloodline in exchange for power. The text detailed sacrifices — “blood of kin for throne eternal.” It spoke of a failed containment. A name appeared again and again, burned into the margins: VEYLOR. I stepped back, the weight of centuries pressing against my chest. The Shadow King wasn’t some distant myth. He was the consequence of the Lannisters’ ambition — a soul torn apart, chained beneath their estate, waiting for a descendant’s blood to set him free. Rain’s explosion hadn’t summoned him. It had unlocked him.