Game Thrones Jon Snow Novels & Stories

His voice changed, becoming something entirely different as he spoke in Snake Tongue. "Not everyone is good." Theon said quietly. "And not everyone wants to change." Hunter added. "I know." I whispered softly. We all formed a circle, back to back, readying ourselves as our auras swirled around us. There was no longer any need to hold back… They knew we were here, but deep down I knew if I didn’t at least try that I was no better, but I had no chance to explain as the Emperor’s grandson lunged at us. A terrifying unearthly hiss left his mouth as Theon raised his sword, which was glowing with his amber-coloured fire, ready to meet him head-on.

He pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket and held it in front of the couple's eyes. Ryan let go of the handkerchief in his hands. Dabria and Zeus got ready. The moment the handkerchief touched the ground, Dabria and Zeus zoomed away. The vampires were barely able to see them with that speed. It took them a few minutes to cover about a thirty minutes drive. They were supitto get to the throne to be able to win the game. Dabria reached the hall of throne alone. As they both separated on their way to the Cerberus territory. Dabria was about to touch the throne when Zeus stepped out from behind the throne stone. He was half shifted into his wolf form. As Dabria saw him standing naked, she tr

Undeterred by the challenge, Edmund would love to show off his charisma. “It was no big deal. Besides, I’m committed to delivering my best when Chairman Lee assigns me a job. Nothing slips past me.” Snow stated her position. She did not help Edmund to get in his good graces. Her purpose was to aid Kaze. With her head clear right and straight from the start, Snow kept her eyes on the prize and anticipated the likely outcomes. Edmund was pretty disappointed. Still, the whole reason Snow was in Westeros was for Kaze in the first place.

I asked Brennon. Brennon looks over at me and, with a look of confusion and relief on his face, answers my question. "The Rogue king and Sebastian Stormcloak are on their way here."

That carelessness of yours gave us answers to some unsolvable mysteries. 'I can't believe this. Maddox and Aspen are not a real couple.' 'And Devon destroyed Scarlett Sky was not only taking Rory from Axel but also to rule the Northern Kingdom. What did that mean?" Garrett added. 'We'd better not talk here.' I took my brother's hand and pulled him back to our table. 'We can't discuss this now. Many eyes were watching.' We waited impatiently for the show to end. The food that cheered me up earlier tasted bland on my tongue. Even though I only chose sweet cakes. Big celebrations were always held until near midnight to entertain the guests.

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

Ilena sobbed louder as she struggled against his grip, scratching and biting. He placed his bloody palm on the wall beside his name. “I, Dreg the king of the North is wholly bound with soul and body to Ilena, the Queen of the North.” The bloody print stuck to the wall beside his name and then Dreg picks up a blade towards Ilena’s palm. “Please, please wait!” Ilena begged in terror with tears clouding her vision. “We have been wed in the ways of the Thanes, it is now time to be bound in the ways of the North and there’s no stopping that.”

He'd been patient, biding his time, watching Alexander coast on their father's coattails. But no more. This was his chance. His moment. He was going to take back what was rightfully his. And if that meant taking down Alexander's little fiancée in the process? Well, all's fair in love and war. Nathan smiled, already planning his next move. This was going to be fun.

It was the same sword that Dominic had threatened me with. “Wait, Thorne. Don’t- That child is yours. Don’t kill… me.” He stuttered and his eyes kept closing with each word he said. Thorne twisted the sword in his stomach, killing him finally. Everyone looked at Thorne, shocked at what he just did. He just kept staring into space and looking at no one in particular. He looked numb even, almost like he was soulless. “I’m no longer interested in the kingship position. It’s not even mine to begin with.” Then he turned to look at me.

So that was why I brought it up—his face always lights up when he talks about it. Ophelia has always wanted Rowan to do more, like trying to claim the throne from me always forgetting that he was a step child not a direct bloodline to the throne. But Rowan had never shown any interest for the throne. So when he heard about the enforcer assessment, that was all he had been training for. “It won’t be released tomorrow anymore,” he replied me. His shoulders still tense. “Really,? Why?” I asked, desperately wanting him to talk a bit more. But it seemed he was in his head, and I needed to know what he was thinking—because Raven looked insanely like her mother and I know he saw it too.