Game Of Thrones Series Novels & Stories

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

“Don’t you realize everyone wants you dead? You’re dying one way or the other. Does it matter if I kill you now, or if your people kill you on the destined night?” Just as I was about to bolt from the nut job, a woman cut in. “Drake’s had way too much to drink. We’ve been playing Dungeons and Dragons all night. He’s losing touch with reality with all this booze.” She tapped him on the back. “Remember, we need to keep the princess alive.” “Why?” he asked. “So our enemies can destroy us?” “You are cut off,” she replied firmly. “No more beers for you.”

“This is impossible.” “So was the Whisper Cut,” he murmured. “So was the Serpent’s Maw. We specialize in impossible.” From the courtyard far below, a horn blew—a long, low note that echoed off the cliffs. A scout’s signal. They pulled apart, the moment receding but not breaking. The world, with its perils and politics, was calling. “The first of the lords’ parties has been sighted,” Leigh said, her warrior’s mask settling back into place, but her eyes remained soft, holding his. “Gryffen’s colors are among them.”

However, this is not my reason for writing today, as I write in a state of disturbance. The king is dead. The king of the Gods, who rule the kingdom of Serenacia is dead, so yes, my earlier statement is true. It feels surreal, dishevelling and confusing as of how his death took place, because as of now, every God in Serenacia is at alert. We are no longer safe. And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin.

I rushed up and changed into some black jogging bottoms with a white spaghetti strap top and went back downstairs. I saw Tyberias sat on the couch along wearing black jogging bottoms and a white wife beater. We were matching? What a coincidence. He smiled when he saw me and patted the space next to me. "Game of thrones?" "Game of thrones" I nodded and he turned the TV on. "Khaleesi is so pretty" I sighed as we just saw her saw John snow and his friends from the white walkers. "Not as pretty as you" I heard Tyberias mutter.

Jenna Brooks’s POV I woke up and stretched in bed, feeling all my aching muscles and joints. It was early still, just after seven, but the sky was still dark and snowing outside my window. I sat up and rubbed my eyes as I looked around my room. Empty wrappers, dirty plates and toilet papers were everywhere. It was a complete mess because I hadn’t stepped out of my room and had been eating here since Mom’s funeral, four days ago.

"Yeah, baby, even though I wanted to kill you with my bare hands at times—you were completely and utterly worth the battle." END OF VOLUME FOUR: WORTH THE BATTLE

I say hesitantly. “Sup dude? How’s life on the dark side?” Xane blurts out. “Don’t be a douchebag.” Donnie buts in. “It’s fine Donnie. Life couldn’t be worse, couldn’t be better.” I huff. “Cool.” Xane laughs. “Show him the mask for the game we are playing later!” Alex chuckles. “Sure. Plain white mask, black hoodie and Dead Man’s Woods. We’re going to play manhunt.” Donnie says with a smile.

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.