Game Of Thrones Blackwater Battle Novels & Stories

He lunged across the three feet of open space, his massive frame colliding with Lorrie’s, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist and throwing his body over hers as a devastating line of heavy rifle fire shattered the marble floor tiles exactly where she had been standing. Matteo charged up the grand staircase like a rabid hound, his automatic rifle barking as he laid down a wall of suppressive fire. Gabriel Wolfe moved with terrifying, old-world agility, his heavy ebony cane cracking violently against the skulls of two advancing vanguard gunmen, knocking them instantly unconscious into the debris. Smoke. Blinding gunfire. Screams of dying operatives. The historic halls of Blackwood Mano

"It has been well over a thousand years. Memory naturally fades with time, old friend. But yours is finally returning." Aiden frowned, looking between them. "You know Leo?" "I knew him very well," Noctis replied smoothly, his crimson gaze steady. "...long before he became the shattered entity he is today." Miles away, the devastating battle at Blackthorn Pass reached its fiercest, most chaotic point. Killian's silver broadsword collided violently with Malakar's razor-sharp claws, releasing a blinding explosion of silver and crimson light that literally split the surrounding mountainside. Freya and Kael fought fiercely side by side against Zephion, while Roland led the allied warriors against

The moment my skin touched the surface, the world vanished. The sound of the forest was replaced by the roar of a thousand wolves. The clear turquoise water turned a sickening, dark crimson. I wasn't at the creek anymore. I was standing in the middle of a battlefield. The sky was a bruised purple, and the air tasted like smoke and iron. I saw him. Alaeric was in the center of the chaos. His black armor was shattered, and his fur cloak was soaked in blood. He was surrounded by warriors in gray and black, the Shadow-Fang. They moved like ghosts, their blades glowing with an unnatural, dark light.

I eye the seat for a while before easing my guard just a little bit and sitting on it. “My grandfather, Alpha Kael Vance, and Damian Blackwaters, Allister Blackwaters’ grandfather, were once inseparable allies, brothers in everything except blood. Until the Hollow war.” “What’s the Hollow War?” “A brutal war that broke out near the southern territories after wolves began disappearing mysteriously in large numbers. An entire site was found with wolves mutilated and covered in strange black markings.”

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. "There is no turning back..."

Thomas stared at the road ahead, and he was immersed in his thoughts. What kind of presence was Art Trading Corporation to have such huge energy that created unrest in the Southland District? It started to drizzle. An invisible war would start soon. What would happen at Blackwater Dock near midnight in three days’ time? Thomas really looked forward to it.

I had a war to plan. Tyrion was more than furious as I told him that his warriors had been brutally killed, and their bodies were burned to ashes. It could have been a natural reason for the royal warriors to provide help in our upcoming battle. The problem was that no one could know that the Mood Blade Pack's wolves were even in that area, conveniently at the same time Nova escaped. As much as I wanted my friends to help, it appeared to be harder than we all thought...

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

“Fine. Your guard watches them. Closely.” Outside, the battle was winding down. The Council’s line had broken. Wolves were surrendering or fleeing into the woods. The air smelled like victory and blood and smoke. Garrick limped through the door, alive but not unmarked. A slash across his ribs bled freely. “It’s done,” he said, not looking at Kade. “Blackthorn Keep is ours. Three commanders dead. The rest scattered or kneeling.” I looked out at the ruins, at the wolves who were now dropping their weapons.

Dominic stepped in front of her. Voss laughed. "Still protecting her." Dominic's eyes flashed silver. "Always." Voss lifted his hand. "Then let's see what happens when the Alpha falls." The soldiers charged. And the battle for Blackthorn began.