Game Of Thrones Aerys Novels & Stories

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.

Taelin- “You did what?” I asked the Alpha King incredulously. “I have sent for your friend Theo to be brought here. He is due to arrive at some point today. When we knew we were close to creating a cure, I figured you would want him here. The thing is though, he is in,” The Alpha King paused as he looked over his shoulder at Ryan. “She calls them tanks. Stage three rogues.” Ryan answered the Alpha King’s unspoken question. “Ah, yes. He has entered the third stage of the transformation. I believed you would want to cure him soon. I also thought it would be an effective way to test the cure before we send it out.” The Alpha King finished.

Never in their lives would they. Her eyes went to Arya again, whose eyes were closed and blood oozed out of her forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up and prepare your ceremony for you,” she muttered as her lips widened into a wicked smile. •••••••••••••

he growled as he stood up from his throne and walked towards us wearing black chained armor with the mark of the Winged Black Wolf. We were kept down by the shadows controlled by the god of death, but Ayla broke free as she transformed into her passive-aggressive form and ran in front of me to block her father's path. "You won't be able to touch Arie as long as I'm still alive, Father," she snarled while holding a sword against him. "Hah! So, you will only call me 'Father' with her around. I see. You were raised by Lev as his daughter's dog. I should have finished her off a long time ago and brought you back with Hera," he grumbled furiously while transforming into his aggressive form.

She turned to face him and he smiled. “ I love you Jeffery. " She said and pecked his lips. “ I love you more. " Arleta came back after everything was settled in Crusta and she decided to make things work with Jeffery. She caught Arya the first day she landed trying to kill a weak human an dshe captured her. Since then, she had been torturing her mercilessly. .. CRUSTA. “ Your majesties.“ " May you live long. “ " May you reign long. “ Came from all corners of the throne room as Archer walked to the throne with his Queen, Rosemary who had a protruding tummy.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

she informed him. Finally, they seemed to notice me, his mother’s head turning to face me. Thorran seemed to relax, as I interrupted their heated conversation. I watched as his mother stood. Rebekah, I believed her name was, if my memory served me correctly. “Oh, Mother. This is Aerys, my mate,” Thorran said softly and yet there was so many emotions when he spoke my name and the last two words. Rebekah’s lips curved into a smile. Even in her age, she looked absolutely stunning, so much more beautiful than I had ever imagined. She reached up, grabbing my face within her hands.

Werewolves from far and wide, drawn by the legend of Eryndors strength and mercy, came to pledge their allegiance. Among them was a mysterious figure, a lone wolf with piercing yellow eyes and a coat as white as snow. She approached Eryndor with quiet confidence, her tail held high. "I am Aria," she said, her voice like music. "I have come to join your troops Eryndor. Together, we can build a new era of peace and prosperity and survive." Eryndor, sensing the weight of Aria's words, welcomed her with a nod. As she joined the troops, a collective howl rose to the moon, a chorus of hope and renewal. The whole horizon witnessed the blow and bursts of thunder recorded the sight of the Valient.

Her lower body was drenched with blood. Arya was bleeding.

“I’ve read about him before. But only in fragments. The records are always vague, like they were deliberately altered or erased. All I could piece together was that Erythos wasn’t just powerful, he was something the First King himself feared.” Bram gave a dry chuckle. “Fantastic. So we might’ve just pissed off some ancient nightmare.” “We don’t know if he’s even real,” Rael pointed out. Elior clenched his jaw. “He is.” They all turned to him. He hesitated for only a second before speaking. “I saw him. Or something connected to him. Just before we escaped the archives.” Myrra’s expression darkened. “What did you see?” Elior exhaled. “A throne, blackened and broken. A mountain of bones beneath