Game Of Thrones Castle Black Novels & Stories

Instead, he walked towards the edge of the hill we found ourselves situated on, looking out across the scene before me. In the far distance you could just make out the village that was the Eclipse pack. And before it, a shadow of its former glory, stood Castle Black. I couldn’t bare to look at it, I could feel the tears threatening to pool in my eyes at just a glimpse of the ruins. “I don’t know if you know this about me Rosie. But I had a mate once.” His voice was lost in his own thoughts. “One besides you that is.” He quickly added in explanation.

The magnificent fortress stood on a cliff's edge, built entirely of black obsidian that gave off a dark sheen in the moonlight. The castle seemed carved from the night itself. A fortress of shadow and power. "We're here," my mother said, her voice thrilled. "Are you ready?" I smoothed my dress and nodded. The car pulled to a stop before the castle gates. Ancient stone doors were carved with intricate crests. Two giant stone dragons coiled around the pillars, their ruby eyes glowing in the dark. As the great doors of the Obsidian Castle swung open, I saw him. Damien. He stood before a towering window, a silhouette against the night.

The night was dark and quiet, like a thick, inky shadow. A woman dressed in black slipped silently through the shadows toward the castle ahead. The moonlight cast a faint glow on her slender figure, outlining her graceful shape even in the night. The castle was a classic piece of medieval European architecture, with tall, towering spires and thick stone walls that looked both grand and eerie. Alia smirked slightly, muttering to herself, “Doesn’t seem too hard. A place this big, and no guards in sight? This should be a piece of cake.”

In this instance, it was not the stunning silver palace that the Silver Wolves had lived in; rather, it was a black castle that was inhabited by miasma and other horrible beings. Considering that they were unable to see me, I did not feel any fear when I was free to move about. As soon as I stepped inside the gloomy castle, I felt a chill run down my spine. Wolves with hideous looks were seen roaming around; they appeared to be somewhat deformed, not like the typical wolves but more like the wolves that attacked at that time, before Sera arrived. Where did Terry obtain these animals? They ought to have been killed in the war, right?

I take my leave, heading down to the harem to see if Michelle is there. CESAR'S POV I sit down at the end of the table and look at the model of the four kingdoms we'd built. It is like a game of four corners. Here we sit, in my great kingdom of Stauckana (or Barbarian Country as the common folk have a habit of referring to it as) in the very south, protected by a thick forest to the right of our castle, Castle Rock, called the

“Now it obeys.” Moon Goddess… The realization chilled me to the bone. If Jax and Lucen came here someday... these things would slow them down, hurt them or maybe even kill them. Fear coiled viciously inside my chest. Please let the twins stay safe, please. Almost an hour later, the forest finally began thinning and then I saw it... a castle stood atop a massive cliff overlooking the deadlands below. It was dark, ancient and monstrous, its black walls were wrapped in thick thorn-covered vines that crawled across the stone like living parasites. Towering spires pierced the sky while dim crimson lights flickered through narrow windows.

Thank God the Langstons don’t rule Upper Castles. In Amaenia, there are ten regions, and each region is ruled by a seat holder. Upper Castles, where we live, is ruled by the Caddels. Our neighbour, The Capital, is the central region of the country and is ruled by the Albertines— the country royalty. The Vandenbergs rule North Ventrise, and then the Barringtons in Barnsley, the Whitlocks in Wells Spring, the Hogwoods in Hillstone, the Hansleys in Hathbourne, the Silvius in Southcove, the Castellans in Chesterfield, and the Langstons in Lancastre.

Sansa said. "When it comes to swords, a queen is only a woman after all." Cersei's wine cup was empty. The page moved to fill it again, but she turned it over and shook her head. "No more. I must keep a clear head." The last course was goat cheese served with baked apples. The scent of cinnamon filled the hall as Osney Kettleblack slipped in to kneel once more between them. "Y'Grace," he murmured. "Stannis has landed men on the tourney grounds, and there's more coming across. The Mud Gate's under attack, and they've brought a ram to the King's Gate. The Imp's gone out to drive them off."

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

It bowed. Outside, the sky blazed with banners of white and gold. Crowds filled the plaza, tossing petals into the air until the wind carried the scent of jasmine and salt. At the palace steps stood the Iron Throne ancient, cold, and blackened by centuries of rule. It had witnessed empires rise and rot, and had drunk the blood of kings and queens alike. Now it waited for its burial. Bianca approached it alone, her long coat trailing behind her like a shadow that refused to fade. She placed one hand on its armrest feeling the chill, the faint pulse of memory that lived in the steel.