Game Of Thrones Book First Chapter Novels & Stories

" Not yet, I'd find another way” " What's with you and Lucy, Gael?” Darian asked, sitting back down. " What do you mean?" Gael shot at him and walked out, Darian shrugged and walked into his study. *** Meliora's POV How am I supposed to read this? I continued to stare at the book with a really boring cover. Damn! I flipped the page and chapter 1 *the sun turned dark emerging with a great light* Seriously? Is this a poem or what?

And I already knew that I was going to have the time of my life. With that thought, I lulled myself to sleep. _---------_----------_------ That's chapter 1. Please tell me what you think. The Garbas will soon make an entrance don't worry. Plea Vote on this chapter, Comment and Share. All my love😘

“Am I dead?” “I’m still alive, yay.” She said, nodding left and right, sweating all over. “Ah-Phew! That was the scariest second of my life.” She looked at a device in her left hand. “the signal is coming from straight ahead,” she muttered and began her journey. *** Heath’s group walked and walked, but there was nothing but snow-white sand. The sun never rose. The sky was always dark. Still, everything was as clear as day, and it was as hot as any other desert.

I encouraged myself. I could feel the sun upon my skin. It's starting to get burnt. I could also feel the dryness inside my throat and the need to drink. As I pushed to drag my feet despite feeling weak, I was able to reach the great walls of the City. I look into the sight in front of me, and I'm thankful that I'm almost there just a little more push. Dragging myself to move faster as much as I could, but to my disappointment, I stumble into a rock that I'd never notice, causing me to land right into the ground.

"Oh really? Tell me the things she told you about me?" "No. You go first." "It's always ladies first." "Not today." Arabella insisted. "Alright. Have it." "So?" She looked up from her almost empty plate inquisitively." . . Hello 👋 there. Thanks for reading. This is just a filler chapter, the next one is the main deal. Please the book is just starting. Have some patience. Soon you’ll start loving it. Goodnight 😘

Khaleesi's POV; Now, it was clear from the look on their faces that I was the evil one. A refusal and it looked like I had unleashed all hell on them. I wouldn't have minded anything if it wasn't for the gentle tug on my clothes and once again I was left to stare into a pair of innocent eyes that looked like they were staring and boring deep into my soul. Those pair of eyes soon had tears in them and were now looking up at me, as if to tell me of the impending doom of those tears.

But after a lingering stare that stretched into minutes, he flipped open the first page, his eyes fixed on what was written below the dedication, and he heaved a sigh, flipping some pages over till he got to the first chapter. “Dreams lay shattered, and sometimes surprise might turn out to be the beginning of sorrow…” He clenched his teeth after going through the first fifteen words, it was a reminder that truly, Elysia poured her heart into that book, but then, a remorseful look crept to his face, and just as he flipped the book over to the next page, a call came in, and he picked up his phone, staring at the name for some time before he finally swiped it to the right, and it connected, fol

“Because I know what it’s like to be watched by everyone.” The words cracked something in me. The arrogance was gone for that heartbeat, stripped bare to something raw. I didn’t push. I just turned back to the shelves. And then I saw it. A yellowed page was tucked between the heavy books, its faded ink still clear enough to read. My hand shook as I pulled it free. The title was scrawled at the top in jagged letters: First Blood. My eyes scanned the words, fragments only. Before wolves, before oaths, there was the First. Blood that commands, blood that binds. Not beast, not man, but both. The source. The curse.

Vaelrion The Dragon King Awakens First, there was fire—no flicker, no timid glow, but a cataclysm reborn, tearing through the emptiness within him like a newborn sun’s wrath. It was ancient hunger, merciless and unbound, roaring through his veins, coiling around bone and sinew, igniting every rune etched into his soul. His magic—silent, dormant across the ages—erupted in a deafening roar as though shattered chains fell away at once.

It was warm. Not the sharp urgent warmth of the tower flame or the pulsing heat of my wrist mark in moments of high feeling. Something older and quieter than that. The warmth of something that had been waiting in a dark place for a very long time and was simply relieved, in a way that had no urgency left in it, to finally be found. I opened it. --- The first page had no chapter heading. No introduction. No author named. Just a single line, written in ink so dark it was nearly black, in handwriting that was small and careful and had the particular quality of someone who wrote as though every word cost something and was therefore worth spending precisely: