Game Of Thrones Map Novels & Stories

The War Room in the High Keep smelled of tallow oil, old leather, and mountain iron. At the center of the vast stone chamber lay the Great Map—a massive mahogany table carved with the mountain ranges, river passes, and stone fortifications of the Eastern Citadel. Outside the high arched windows, war horns blared across the valley, their deep, guttural notes signaling the immediate lockdown of the outer gates.

I am directionally challenged. I don't remember routes well, and I get lost quite easily. Wyatt Zimmerman, my best friend, refuses to believe me and insists on helping me fix this problem. He even gets Queenie Jackson, my foster sister, and Yvonne Lambert, my childhood sweetheart, on board to put me through "special training". They get off the subway before I do whenever we travel, leaving me alone at the station. They quietly leave through another entrance whenever we go shopping, leaving me wandering alone like a fool as I search for them. They always say it's to train my sense of direction. I step away to use the restroom during lunch today, and by the time I return, the three of them

The map showed the three known continents, Lycori, Krel and Sargass as well as the names of all their major cities. “Can I borrow you knife?” I reached for the small knife I always carry around my belt but hesitated for a while before handing it to her. Jane giggled looking at how uncomfortably I moved around her. “I’m sorry, I assumed you wanted to know where they are. Forget I ever mentioned this.” “No… I want to know.” I just do not know what to do if they happen to be here. “Now, this spell is not perfect.” She cut her finger and let the blood drip into the map until it formed a small puddle.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

I chuckled as I removed an earpiece and turn towards him. " Because I hate everyone in your school. You are all so boring." I muttered. He grinned as Mira pulled on his cheeks. I sat back comfortably on my seat and stared out the window. Xavier glanced at me. " Hey, girlfriend. How long till we get there?" He asked. " We're almost there..." I answered as I saw the " WELCOME TO MIDDESVILLE" sign right ahead.

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.

Xrysos kissed Damon full on the lips and swiped tears off the boy's face. He is never letting him go into battle. "Come, I have something to show you both." Xrysos climbed out of bed pulling both men with him, together they walked towards a very big round golden table, atop the glass table lies a big map of kingdoms far and near. Anderios stared in bewilderment and Damon crossed both arms across his chest a look of seriousness plastered upon his face. "What are we looking at?" Anderios asked, his eyes glued to the map.

As moonlight bathed the room in an ethereal glow, he lay there, eyes wide open, consumed by a relentless determination to devise a plan that would bring an end to this nefarious game. The map, meticulously spread out before him, served as a visual representation of the battlefield that awaited him. Its intricate lines and symbols held secrets that Nathan sought to unravel, his fingers tracing the contours with a mix of trepidation and focus. Each path and trail etched upon the map became etched in his mind, etched as a means to navigate the intricate maze that lay ahead.

Asher – POV The bastards didn’t come for blood tonight. But they would. And when they did, I wanted them to choke on it. I stood in the war room now, staring at the map splayed across the stone table like the blueprint to hell itself. Symbols marked in red ink bled across the paper—watchpoints, barrier gaps, escape tunnels. Every inch of our territory was laid bare under the harsh light, and yet I still felt like we were missing something. Something big.

“Maybe not entirely. But misled, I unrolled Tyrion’s last scroll, charred at the edges, a few words smudged out from the fire. It’s a miracle how it survived that inferno. “These were his notes. About the plans. About where Jade said the ambush happened. Osiris didn’t attack by accident. He planned this.” Adolph leaned over the map. “That’s the valley pass,” he pointed out. “Hard to breach unless you know where the ridgelines thin.” “Exactly.” I tapped the ink patch where Tyrion had drawn crude sketches of choke points. “But look. This right here… It’s not just the terrain he mapped. He tracked Osiris’ movements. There were sightings.”