Game Of Thrones X Novels & Stories

she gestures around "…all of this was built on my blood and sweat, and I won't let you throw it away just like that." "Right, it sure was built on enough blood," I remark and stand up "Fine, I see your 'sacrifices'. But I just need to know one thing, why does the person I get married to matter so much to you? She's kind and smart enough, she's amiable…I don't get it." "You stupid fool. How short-sighted are you? How blind are you to these blood-sucking leeches? It seems like your thinking has been cut short from being around her," she bites.

Chapter 45: The Shattered Altar ​The Great Hall of the Iron Fortress was no longer a place of worship. It was a slaughterhouse of light. ​A thousand black-winged Reapers poured through the shattered stained glass, their mechanical stingers humming with a high-pitched, lethal frequency. The nobles screamed, trampling each other in their silk robes as they fled the darkness. ​"Stay close!" Julian roared. ​He swung his broadsword in a massive, horizontal arc. A crescent of silver fire blasted from the blade, bisecting the first wave of drones. They didn't just break; they disintegrated into molten slag.

Xanne: Close the door. Kimora: (Coughing and gasping for air she manages to choke out the words) Yo..u already..did...puta.. Xanne: All the way. The same way you did leaving me and your supposed love of your life stranded for the last I don't even remember how long, did you get my note remind me how long was it? (Placing one hand in his pocket and leaning backwards with his other hand charging would appears to be an iridescent purple flame. His hair covering his right eye as he towers above her staring down at her menacingly)

I link to Zak. Same with Arya. She’s only giving me one word answers. Fuck!!! Zak’s voice is tense, full of anxiety for our friends. We make it through a dense thicket and see the river on the other side. There, we see them, Xander’s body laying on the ground with Devin curled up against him, his head buried in Xander’s chest. Arya holds one of Xander’s hands to her cheek in both of hers, one hand coated in blood. Neither of them move as we approach, too wrapped up in the death of their mate. Slightly behind Arya, Mathias’s body, broken, bruised, and with a huge whole in the chest where his heart should be, is laid out on the ground.

"Xander, don't you dare." "I am the Sovereign, Sara," he said, a sad, beautiful smile touching his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small, gold coin the girl had tried to trade. He tossed it up to me. "Keep the change. I’ll see you at the Red Ledger’s end." "Xander!" The boiler room door exploded inward. Three Processors stepped through the smoke, their visors flashing. Xander didn't run. He stood his ground, his arms spread wide. "I am Xander Thorne!" he roared, his voice echoing through the basement like a challenge to a god. "I am the Sovereign of the Zeroes! Come and collect your debt!"

On him. " Oh good heavens why are you so like that huh!!?? uggh!! your behavior is soooo ugh!! oh my goshh!" Xavier’s tantrum pulled him out of the hazy hog he was in and look at him rolling his eyes, hands on his hips and then dismissively flip his long hair at his direction. Xenon’s brows shot up at this. shooting a questioning look at the 3rd in command of the guild, the youngest son of the Highest kingdom, bearer of the middle Earth's insignia, asking him what had happen to the self proclaimed drama king.

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.

Exelle/Xiellenna My skin, once radiant, now bears the haunting marks of my suffering—bruises marring its pale surface. I stand before the mirror, a sorrowful weight pressing upon my heart. As I gaze at my reflection, the red and swollen eyes that stare back at me mirror the anguish within. My lips, wounded and adorned with dried blood in the corners, remain tightly pursed, withholding the words that long to be spoken.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

(Ethan’s POV) Sleep doesn’t come easy for me. Even when it does, it's hardly peaceful. As soon as my eyes shut a second time, the warmth of Martha’s home slips away, and I find myself in a familiar place—a battlefield I've been to way too often. The ground is soaked in blood, and the air is thick with the smell of iron and ash. Screams echo through the night, sharp like dying stars. I’m back in the thick of it again—older and stronger, my sword gripped tightly in my hand.