Game Of Thrones Battle For Winterfell の小説・ストーリー

They saw the tide of the battle changing in their favour and they roared as they attacked with renewed bloodlust. Venna grabbed a little man in her mouth and shook him hard, his bones crunching in her jaws and his screams were music to her ears. One of of them ran at her from behind but a wind took him up and whirled him around. She turned around and finished him off and she looked across the room to find Adrian; he was watching her back. He dodged beneath one thrown missile and then was engulfed in the fight again. It didn’t take long. The dwarves finally saw that the battle was not going in their favour and they called to each other across the room and retreated, dragging the bodies of th

The others around us looked no less anxious. “Do you want us to save them?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please tell me you have called us here so we can save them. You know where they are, right?” Aelius never answered. “The Battle of Baelor,” he pronounced, raising his head again. “The war between the two Baelors, the war no species will be spared from…is closer than I thought.” He looked over his shoulder at the back of the cave. “There is much I have to explain to you all…but it is better done inside Bloodstone Haven.”

The fire crackled softly in the center of the ruined temple, casting long shadows over the faces of those who had survived the Order’s assault. Night had fallen, and though the battle was over, its echo lingered in the wind—smoke, blood, and unease. Aria sat with her knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them, her gaze fixed on the flames. They danced with an intensity that mirrored the conflict inside her. She had fought beside Lyanna, her supposed sister, and together, they had pushed back a force meant to annihilate them. And yet, questions gnawed at the edge of her mind, whispering truths she wasn’t ready to hear.

However, he had found himself considering dropping out of the battle to prove himself to her, he’d never wanted to do this in the first place anyway. Brielle squeezed Harlie’s and Scarlett’s hands as they were suddenly joined by King Nathanial and Queen Serena, along with their entourage of warriors following closely behind. The Queen sent Brielle a knowing smile as she passed by, leading Brielle to believe the Queen may be secretly rooting for her. The Royal duo stood between the contestants, as they greeted each one individually. King Nathaniel cleared his throat, before addressing his audience. “Welcome to the second challenge of the Battle of the Alpha’s.” He advised.

The wheelchair went out of control, hurtling down the slope! “Mother!” Wendy’s pupils dilated. She lunged instinctively, trying to grab the handle. However, at the exact moment she reached it, Belinda suddenly spun around and shoved her! “Get away!” Wendy stumbled backward and fell straight into the middle of the road. Screeching brakes pierced the air. Her body was slammed violently, crashing hard onto the pavement. In the last agonizing second, she saw Vivian standing on the roadside, supporting Belinda with a cold smirk on her face.

Her body collapsed, lifeless yet still conscious, eyes wide with terror. The clearing fell silent. Torey and Prince stared at me, unreadable expressions masking the horror they felt. I glanced down at my hands—bloodied, blistered, blackened tissue oozing—but ignored the pain. My pack moved to clean up, and I shifted focus back to the remaining rogues. “Clean this up,” I ordered, heading toward Torey and Prince. The battle was over.

They both forgot they were in the open and before a mighty army. Dodo had been laid to waste and the dragon had had his fill of blood, now moving about the compound of the palace, putting fear in the hearts of the remaining soldiers who in their thousands were facing the ground in surrender. That night was the bloodiest of all the battles the King of Dodo and his men had ever fought. Akiza's mother was now focusing her gaze on the Prophetess of Dodo.

The horrific, grinding shriek of the heavy iron winches completely drowned out the howling mountain wind. Below us in the courtyard, the massive portcullis was rising inch by agonizing inch. Through the widening gap at the bottom of the gates, the crimson-clad vanguard of the Lightmaw army saw their opportunity. Alpha Vance roared a command, and hundreds of enemy warriors drew their blades, surging forward in a terrifying, unified charge directly towards Ronan, who stood entirely alone in the snow.

“We’re ready. The fight begins tomorrow. Be ready at first light.” That was the message Selene and Thor mindlinked to us earlier today. The Thrones are ready. The battle plans are locked. Supplies and pack members are in place. It’s time. So Arya, Dev, Alexander, Rowen, and I decided to throw a big dinner for our families—something warm before the cold of war. Dev and the boys manned the grill. I whipped up a cake, a sweet potato pie, and an apple pie. Arya roped Summer, Jared, and Hermes into making the sides.