Game Of Thrones Book Prologue Novels & Stories

I hope you all will enjoy book two. Don't forget to add my books to your library. BOOK TWO: RETURN OF THE BANISHED ALPHA KING. PROLOGUE WILL BE RELEASED NEXT CHAPTER. BJ

She got up and handed me a book on Greek mythology. She had Roman, Nordic, Eastern European, Latin American, and Native American mythology books but said this book gave the best description and understanding of the goddess, Selene. "Don't let them scare you, like they did me. It's all part of a much larger plan, I just wasn't as brave as you are. And now that he's gone, I wish I had been brave enough to love him. Maybe he'd still be alive." Ginny started to tremble and cry. I hugged her, even though I wasn't a touchy-feely type of person. Somewhere deep down I knew she saw the truth while others, like me, denied it. I don't know why but Max's face popped into my mind as I soothed her.

However long, wherever it may be, the once-forgotten pain along with destiny will turn back to mock your existence before moving to its next victim. - N.A. Ainsley Katherine, the doe-eyed brunette, was seated peacefully on the downstairs balcony of the modest but spacious manor she lived in. She flipped the pages of the book she was reading while finding deeper meaning in the words that were said on its pages. She thought back to the summer she spent a few years ago, doing nothing but studying the works of Ainsley. His writings seemed to have a way of speaking to her. After closing the book in her hands, Katherine walked to the ledge that surrounded the lower balcony and stared into the sky.

I commented, taking a seat on the only chair, breathing in the peace that surrounded me now. The first book on top of the pile had it’s name carved on the leather cover, painted with gold and designed with small gems that shines when the light hits them. At first, I found it hard to read the letter but the more I stare at them, the more I seem to get it. It reads, “The Helsings: Protector of the Kingdom of Doria…” I opened the book, and oh, it was empty. Empty. Like really empty! Confused, I began flipping the pages only to find nothing but an empty pages, a thick empty book.

Creatures that wanted nothing but war and ruin. I approach the door and place a hand on one of the handles and open it gently, trying not to make a sound. I spend my effort in vain as the hinges creak and the echo reverberates off the walls, making everyone within the corridor know that someone is opening the council door and those within the council room, aware that someone is shamefully late. I step into the room, heat stirring the blood in the sides of my face, and turn to close the door. I take some time to compose myself before committing my face to the council, which at present comprises my older half-brother, Valark, the Army Commander, Gunther, and the King, our Alpha.

"And it holds the pack secrets." River's eyes widened, her gaze fixed on the book with a sense of wonder. "What secrets?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. As they opened the book, the pages crackled with age, releasing a musty scent into the air. Thane's eyes scanned the pages, his heart pounding with excitement. "It's here," he said, his voice filled with awe. "The prophecy of my birth. It says that I'm the chosen one, destined to unite our people and bring peace to our kingdom."

“Aren’t you aware? Darius claimed that you hail from a powerful family of mages, and you are the last in the line with such great power. I thought it was a joke until I saw it in the books.” “The books?” She nodded. “The books of prophecy. The prophecy stated that at a certain time when the world has seen the light, they shall be attacked forces ardent at disrupting the balance. The prophecy stated that only a member of the Stark line can stop this from happening.” My head spun. If this was laying emphasis on a member of the family from the Stark line, it might not be me. I’ve never met my mother, and I didn’t even know if she was alive or dead. It would make sense if it were my mother.

The key slid inside easily with a metallic groan. Beyond the gate, the air changed. Heavier. Charged. Shelves warped with age, scrolls bound in wolf hide, tomes inked in ancient bloodline dialects. There was something dark that pulled her inside. Her fingers trembled as she scanned the shelves until one title pulsed in the low firelight. "Prophecies of the Shattered Thrones." She opened it carefully. The parchment crackled. And there it was. A single passage written in red... "When the flame returns, crowned or chained, she shall awaken the power of her bloodline and bring the tyrant to his knees. She who bears the mark shall bind or break the cursed throne."

The moment she placed it on the table, I felt something respond in my chest—a recognition that went deeper than conscious thought. "That book," Lyra said with awe and terror. "It calls to us. It knows what we are." "This," Elder Morrigan said softly, "is the Chronicle of the Golden Wolves. It contains the complete history of your kind, their abilities, their purposes... and their enemies." I stared at the book, feeling drawn to it and terrified of it in equal measure. "Why are you showing me this now?" "Because," Elder Morrigan said, her voice growing grave, "the Shadow Covenant has not faded into obscurity as we hoped. We have received reports of their activities, their interest in the rece

Elena asked, leaning her head against his shoulder. ​"No, Rogue," Leo whispered, pulling her into the eternal shadow of the Great Green. "This is the Prologue."