Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones: Battle Of Blackwater

He got ready as she scoop him from the ground. "Gotcha..." Narrah exclaimed as she successfully got him this time. Midnight continues with its speed but slowed down as they entered the forest where the war has already erupted. The battle of beasts. For the second time, Narrah witnessed a bloody war between beasts with different undertakings. She spotted the black wolf and she was horrified by the way it kills. Blood covered his fangs and fur as he rip every rogue's head from its body. No rogues were left alive, their heads scattered around away from their bodies.

Raven whispered, silver fire erupting from her skin as she launched skyward, her claws burning brighter than ever. Selene’s serpents struck, her wings blotting out the stars. But Raven met her in midair, fire and shadow colliding in an explosion that shook the night. And below, Ragnar, Luca, and Thorne drove forward, their wolves and warriors surging with them, a tidal wave of fury against the endless dark. The battle for their world had truly begun.

“They were sane.” The entire hall stilled. “They fought like warriors aware of every strike. One even begged for death, saying he was being called back to the roots. We burned the remains, but the ground beneath them...” she glanced at Lucifer..“it bled blood but not crimson, it was black" Next was Alpha Cade Dauntless Evergreen, of Riverdale Pack, master of water. His presence was calm yet powerful, like the rivers he commanded. “The attacks reached us shortly after the Knight River incident. The rogues came through the mist along our bay. When I drowned one to stop his rampage, the water turned black. It was alive, writhing with something unnatural.”

“Names being thrown around ... Zac’s, RedMoon’s.” I felt my hands grow colder. Zac. The word tasted like ash and old blood. He should be dead...those nights, the fight...but men die messily in our world. His name being used as a banner meant someone was rallying against us. It was never just a whisper; it was a call to arms. “Who’s listening?” I asked. Rowan spread a map on the table with tokens marking territories. “Three small packs on the eastern ridge, and...” He hesitated. “And the Blackwater coalition is asking questions. They’ve got old grudges. They’ve been in the shadows since Zac fell.”

Jon approached first, clad in armor darker than night, a sword strapped to his back. Zarek, Rune, and Lioren followed—each marked by their own burdens, their own battles—but each tethered to her by something stronger than fear. Across the horizon, the enemy gathered. Black banners. Twisted wolves. And, somewhere beyond, Nyros himself. The final battle had begun. Veyra lifted her head high. The drums started again, pounding like thunder. And with a voice that shattered silence itself, she cried: "For the fallen! For the living! For the light!"

The Black Wolves, once confident in their plans of destruction, now found themselves on the precipice of defeat, their numbers dwindling amidst the chaos and devastation unleashed by the witches. With a final surge of power, Anna and Gabriel sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield, scattering their remaining opponents. The ground trembled, trees quivered, and darkness recoiled in the face of their overwhelming strength. Breathing heavily, Anna and Gabriel locked eyes, their shared victory overshadowed by the realization that the true battle had only just begun. "You did well brother. I love you." Anna smiled. Those were her last words before she fell into darkness. The only voice t

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

This was one of those moments. I stood at the edge of the courtyard, partially hidden in shadow, watching the battle unfold with the detachment of someone who'd seen too many wars. The Blackthorne brothers fought with desperate courage. Their warriors threw themselves at Kha'zor knowing they would die. And Aveline, beautiful foolish Aveline, was preparing to sacrifice herself to save them all. Predictable. All of it. Kha'zor held Beta Silas by the throat, the burning sword pressed against his neck. The smell of searing flesh filled the air, mixing with blood and smoke. The Beta's screams cut through the sounds of battle like knives.

Her breath caught, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “Darius…” she started to respond. War horns blasted across the field, cutting off whatever she’d been about to say. Zeus’s army charged toward Blackhowl’s walls, thousands of wolves moving as one massive force. The ground shook beneath their collective weight. War cries filled the air, promising death and destruction. The battle for survival had begun.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​