Game Of Thrones Blackwater Novels & Stories

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

Fluid was rapidly pooling beneath Belle's feet and running down her legs. For one long, stunned moment—Neither Ethan nor Park moved. Both men simply stared. Completely frozen. ****😳😳****

I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed. “Nat? What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t speak. Rather, she pulled me closer. Her face is now buried under my neck and her heavy sighs are creeping through my skin. “Natyaramona!” I called again, probing for the matter. “B-blood....” she managed to utter before fainting in my arms. My eyes widened as my body froze. Natya is a witch and a she-wolf. Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire.

I hit the iron bar and try to scream, but it seems like my voice melts along with my heart. I see two gloved hands clutch on the bar. I turn my head and see the Black Tiger standing beside me, staring with his cold eyes. I look away as I don’t look pretty when I cry, my eyes must be red and swollen. He doesn’t say a single word; he just keeps staring at me until my sobs disappear.

The blood accepted him, then resisted. Interesting. Someone else’s claim had touched the old road before his did. He drew the Blackwater report from inside his coat. He had read it four times. Burned relay. Missing transport count. Dead agents. Unconfirmed use of an unknown compound. Survivors reaching Greyhaven. Karl’s force witnessed by men who should have understood the difference between a wounded exile and a hidden Alpha. And the wife. The reports first reduced Lorelai Jones Ashborne to a legal nuisance: rejected mate, contract bride, inconvenient administrator. The later pages were harder to dismiss.

“And the only one who is suited for this task.” A map is unrolled across the table between us. I could see borders that had been carved with ink and blood. The southern lands marked my country, Moonstone, and the north was home to humans, Aegis. “They were thorough,” I say. The king nodded once. “Agreed. A human biker gang cannot erase a pack that size alone.” My jaw tightens. “Blackthron Biker Gang.” The name tasted like poison. “Blackthrone might have carried out this slaughter.” The Alpha king says, “But someone had been feeding them information–like the patrol routes, weak points, and the timing.”

“Of those who tried to take what was not theirs.” The shadows screeched and surged forward. Vame moved like a whisper, flickering through the creatures, dispersing them with an unseen force. Where they passed, the figures withered, their forms unraveling into nothingness. Then, as suddenly as they had appeared, the shadows fled, vanishing back into the canyon walls. A heavy silence followed. Bram exhaled. “I don’t like this.” Myrra rubbed her arms, shivering. “I liked it better when the throne was just a stupid chair.”

Head thrown back, he grunted moving deeper. More blood oozed out of the cut on my wrist. I was loosing too much blood. My eyes begun to waver, eyelids felt so heavy. Tylor's grunts and groans started fading into a distance as I felt myself slipping away into oblivion. Last thing I saw was the back wolf lurking behind the trees staring out through the window with its golden eyes.

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

She looked at the skeleton again, her skin crawling. “A legacy of rot.... That's what it is. I want no part of it.” He didn’t correct her, pulling his phone out of his pocket instead. "You should head back inside." he told her. "what about you?" she asked him. He turned around and locked gaze with her, his phone pressed to his ear. "Me.... Well I'm going to move the body and hope the dead can forgive me." ************************************************** The walk back through the tunnels was silent, the weight of what she’d seen sinking into her bones like cold rain.