Game Of Thrones: Battle Of Blackwater Novels & Stories

My harsh breathing withers away, and I fall slack against meaty arms. No. No… I try to kick, but my limbs don’t move. Soon enough, darkness swallows me whole. ---- ETHAN's POV I barge out of the car before it fully stops moving. The scene before me is a battlefield. A few men lie on the ground, their blood forming pools on the filthy asphalt. Others are hiding from the gunfire behind cars. But there’s nothing to hide from. More accurately, we’re late. Fvck. Laye motions for his guards to check the perimeter, and they comply with sharp nods. I remain in place, feet planted solidly on the ground, as my gaze roams the cars and the people left behind, whether alive or with their heads down.

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.

Adrian Blackthrone. The battlefield was filled with chaos. Blood, fire, and the stench of betrayal filled the air, thickening it, making it almost impossible to breathe. My body ached, my muscles screamed with exhaustion, but it was nothing compared to the pain clawing at my heart.

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV As the battle raged on, I could feel the weight of the darkness pressing against us, but I refused to yield. The Black Faes surged forward, their twisted forms moving like shadows, a chaotic force intent on overwhelming us. Baddy, with his wicked grin, seemed to revel in our struggle, his dark energy manifesting in waves that threatened to engulf our ranks.

The past was gone. And Lyla Blackwood would make sure it stayed that way. The wind whispered through the ruins, carrying the last embers of a world that no longer existed. Lyla stood motionless, silver eyes scanning the battlefield. She had won. But victory was never without consequence. Eli’s voice was quiet. “The packs will be lost without the Elders.” Jorah nodded. “Some will beg for order. Others will try to take it by force.” Dani cracked her knuckles. “Then we make sure they regret it.”

And when he did, his voice was carried across the clearing with natural Alpha authority. “Victor Blackthorn has betrayed our pack. He tried to enslave my mate and steal my son. Tonight, we take back what is ours!” They howled into the night in response. The battle began. Damon’s POV We charged. I shifted on my run, leading the frontline assault. Victor’s guards met us at the temple steps. The clash was violent and immediate. I tore through the first line of defense, claws ripping into flesh and bone, desecrating the ancient stone with blood, blood, blood.

The fortress pulsed in the distance. A black gate appeared at its base for one breath, then vanished. “I will finish the truth.” Toren watched me. Then he struck his spear against the ground. The tide warriors divided. A narrow path opened through their ranks. “Then enter the fortress.” The first king hurled a blade of grey water. Toren caught it on his spear. The impact drove him backward. The battle erupted. Dead warriors charged the grey creatures falling from above. Wolves rushed the serpent soldiers climbing from the red sea. Vampires leaped between rooftops, silver weapons flashing under the broken moon.

A stimulant. The doors to the Council Hall groaned under the immense pressure from outside. The rogues were here. Darius Blackmaw’s army. The final battle had come. Ash tightened his grip on her hand. “We’ll face them together.” Rhea nodded, her eyes, though red with tears, now filled with a dangerous, golden glint. “No.” she said, her voice a low, steady command that surprised even herself. “Not together. We’ll face them with Micah.”

The Blackwater territory is marked in red. "Let her think she's safe. Let her think she's won." His finger traced Blackwater's borders. "And then we take everything from her. Again." Maya stared at him. "You're going to attack Blackwater?" "I'm going to destroy it." Marcus's smile widened. "Burn it to the ground. Kill everyone inside. Make her watch as the wolves who sheltered her die screaming." "That's—" "Necessary." Marcus looked at her. "She needs to understand. There's no escaping this war. No staying neutral. She's either with us or she's the enemy." He moved to the door.

That is, if hunger did not get there first. Try as I might, I could not feel anything for the miserable souls lying on the ground. This war had raged for two years. Two years of battle and blood. When one battle was fought, the next would begin. All amassing here, at Castle Black. The blood-soaked ground would never be the same again. I watched as great pyres were built to dispose of the bodies. Pile, upon piles were thrown onto the flames in a great mass clear up. It made me feel nothing.