Game Of Thrones Novel Novels & Stories

Dominik snarled. He pressed the knife closer to my throat and I could feel the blade penetrating my skin as blood started flowing down my neck onto my shirt. “Read the fucking incanation.” Andres snarled and shoved the notebook towards me. I had no other way out of here… There was no possible way to get out alive without bringing them back with me, and I knew this. I also had a feeling that they were not actually scared of Rowen, and they were faking it. Which told me that they may be a real opponent for him and his brothers. That thought just made me even more terrified.

Before anyone can answer her the door to the queen's chambers are smashed open and armed men, stained with blood, swarm into the room, led by a well dressed man with golden hair. "So the queen is dead. What of her child?" he asks, venom dripping from his voice. "Died with its mother." The healer lies. The man glances around the room, the remaining occupants nodding their agreement over the healer's statement. "So be it." with a small gesture from him, the armed men move into the room with their swords drawn. As the blood pools and soaks into the plush carpet, the pendant lays gleaming.

Dovydas reassures me with a bright smile. "I will begin preparations for your departure, so please be ready. You should know, Eleonora, that the lands of the Horde of Fates is covered in snow; they have blizzards almost daily. These lands are very dangerous. Be sure your mate is well-protected; humans are very weak against the cold," Norveig informs me with a face of indifference.

My mirror confirmed it for me. “Or did you think of it as something?” No, Kai Petrova. I did not think of it as anything. Maybe I thought of it as something a little. Not in the way he was suggesting, though. To clear my head, I grabbed a book from the study table. I’d gotten it from Kai yesterday. Down with the moon. It was a paranormal/adventure book written by one of Kai’s favorite authors, Christina Ekekwe. He’d suggested it for me after I told him I was bored. So far, it was a great read. Since I had nothing to do around here, I would finish reading it.

"No, I hate you. You're a murderer." "Shona, please." Twisting my lips, I placed the destroyed book on the table side and walked out of the room to find him grinning. He nodded to the side. When I changed my gaze, I screamed, cupping my mouth. "I ordered your book. It's not author signed, but a new one. And I will read and mark the notes you made, I promise. Till then, you go through Game of Thrones books since you've trouble watching the series. And they're hardbacks." "But it was too costly." I had calculated the price of them together and they had calculated to total ten thousand, too over the budget I earned per month ever since I stopped using dad's money. "I can't take it."

Then, plan from there everything else. My name is Sebastian Stormcloak, and I am the King of the Vampires. 8 years ago, we attacked Deadly Nightshade as one of the rogues that works for me and saw her running around the pack boarders. She probably thought she wouldn’t have been seen as it was near a more isolated part of their boarders.

Daniel Adam wasn't much of a family person, his family was taken from him when he was so young. The death of his parents and older brother during an attack on their pack had Daniel in such a state of shock his young mind couldn’t process what had happened and even after such a great loss he never cried about it not even once. It was then that head alpha Reynolds a man he had grown to call uncle, his father's best friend decided to take him in and raise him as his own. In his teens, Daniel was quiet and reserved, He wasn't keen on playing or interacting with teens his own age instead he spent all his time training and learning war tactics from his seniors. At the age of 15, he joined the pack

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

"And that’s what worries me." Rael barely heard them. His fingers traced the edges of the book, its leather cover warm to the touch. Since leaving the ruins, the ink on its pages had shifted again, crawling like living veins. The words had changed. The throne is no longer sealed. The sky will bear its wound. And the Hollow Crown waits. Rael’s pulse quickened. The Hollow Crown. The phrase had appeared before, buried deep in the writings of the First King, but no one knew what it meant.

I stood beside them and laughed my heart out. A thousand of Gideon's soldiers waited for him outside the city. We said our goodbyes early that night and made a pact to see each other the following day. … On the day we left the capital, the northern wind howled. Gideon sat atop a tall horse, and his soldiers stood in formation behind him. It was a majestic sight. I'd never seen this side of Gideon before, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Life in Morbeck wasn't as lively as it had been in the capital, but there was something unique about the culture there.