Game Of Thrones: Battle Of Blackwater の小説・ストーリー

All of the soldiers within the gates took one final step. "RIGHT! FACE!" "HAOO!" The army echoed all turning towards the enemy battalion in sync. "THE ENEMY IS UPON US! SEND THEM TO MEET WHICHEVER GODS WILL HAVE THEM!" "RAAAAAAH!" All the soldiers belonging to The Black Guard charged forward. "Show these inferior creatures where they belong!" One of the Vampires belonging to The City Of Darkness cried out. "RAAAAH!" The two armies charged at one another it didn't matter where in the city you were, their battle cries filled the cavern, which was only matched by the thunder the two sides created while colliding into one another.

I reminded her. I had been keeping my eyes on him. It was after he left yesterday that I finally roamed around the place freely. “ He is back. ” Ava smiled. “ I think you both need to have a talk. Perhaps, he needs it more than you do. ” “ Why? Did someone die? ” I pouted. “ Exactly. ” Ava nodded. “ A whole pack died. ” My eyes widened. “ what do you mean? ” “ The Black Water Pack was slaughtered by the vampires and humans overnight. Dustin went to help them, but he was too late. He could only save the kids that the pack members had hidden in their bunkers. ” Ava revealed.

His eyes, which were bright red a few seconds ago turned black, as black as midnight and he hunched his back, preparing for the attack of the golden beast. The shadow that sounded the city disappeared but the sky remained dark, leaving the entire surroundings in darkness. Slowly a full moon crawled out from the dark clouds, the only witness of the bloody battle. Layla slowly raised her head from Riven's back and stared through the golden flames at the scene before her. She shuddered as the smell of burnt flesh and blood filled the air. Roars , growls and snarls echoed all around them as every creature fought to survive.

Squat forms with swine-like heads and leering eyes that mocked him "I...wh..." The words refused to form as he fought to breathe. He could almost see the other men plotting and planning. Blood was staining their fingers, flowing from the ceiling. Blake stood near them, his face distorted and maimed, grinning as he chewed the loose flesh from his own cheek. He felt long, cold fingers clutch his chin, and his head was tilted to meet the eyes of a dark warrior. Power exuded from the austere form, freezing his blood and cooling the sweat on his skin.

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

He looked at her face. "You memorized the bloodline hierarchy for tonight," he said. She stopped two feet from him. "How do you know that?" "Because you're not nervous." He held her gaze. "Which means you prepared until the nerves had nowhere to stand." Nora said nothing for a moment, because that was accurate in a way she didn't particularly want to confirm out loud. "The Harlow bloodline," she said instead. "Third rank. They have a treaty dispute with Vael that's been unresolved for sixty years. Do I acknowledge it or not if it comes up?"

She could hear it in Lord Gyles's racking cough, and the whispered voice of Osney Kettleblack when he slipped in to bring Cersei the tidings. Sansa was finishing her broth when he came the first time, entering through the back. She glimpsed him talking to his brother Osfryd. Then he climbed the dais and knelt beside the high seat, smelling of horse, four long thin scratches on his cheek crusted with scabs, his hair falling down past his collar and into his eyes. For all his whispering, Sansa could not help but hear. "The fleets are locked in battle. Some archers got ashore, but the Hound's cut them to pieces, Y'Grace. Your brother's raising his chain, I heard the signal. Some drunkards down

He grabbed his sword from the snow and joined the line beside Caleb. "There is nowhere to retreat, Alpha!" Caleb shouted back, decapitating a vampire noble. "The East Wall has vanished! The Erasure is eating the territory from the outside in!" It was true. The horizon was a wall of absolute, light-absorbing blackness that was moving toward the keep like a slow-motion tidal wave. The North was being erased, and the Battle of Blackwood was the only thing standing in the center of the drain.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT 1 “YOU NEED TO say goodbye,” Katie said, and Richard pulled off the road. Cornfields surrounded them on both sides here at the outskirts of town. The first snow of the season was melting, drifts of white caught between the rows. Reports were breaking over the radio about the previous night’s horrors. A spate of deaths in and around Blackwater Valley, and missing townspeople. Structures burnt to the ground. Palm Clemency had had a lot of questions, but Richard never faltered.

He paused, looking down at me softly with hopeful grey eyes. "Get away from me!" I pushed him backwards, causing his men to bring out their guns. They were all pointing it at me. "Put it down, boys." He turned around. "I guess it's more than enough for me to see you despite it being that you came here just for your friend." He bent down and lifted the cloth that covered a man. "Pablo!" My heart hammered against my ribcage when I caught sight of him lying motionless in a pool of his own blood.