Game Thrones Jon Snow 소설 & 이야기

"Now you’ll be nothing but a rotting corpse, no longer the fairest in all the land." The Queen quickly hurried out the back door when she heard her handmaiden's warning whistle, signaling that a Titan was returning. She fled the scene, radiant with joy. "Snow White!" Draven knocked on the door. "It’s me, Draven. Open up. I forgot my brushes." There was no answer. Suspicious, Draven circled the cabin and saw the back door ajar. Inside, he found Snow White lying still on the floor. Terrified, he rushed to her side, turning her over and using a knife to cut the lace from her throat.

Draco muttered. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. “Zara, I don't see Jamie and Theon,” Lia whispered, trembling, and I glanced up to meet Draco's gaze, mustering a little courage that I didn't know I have. “Draco, where are my men? Jamie and Theon." Draco chuckled. “I thought you'd never ask. Theon is right here,” he announced, raising a human head, with blood trickling from it.

The sound of swords clashing against each other and the stench in the air brought by the collide of opposite powers make it unable to breathe easy. Draven and Jethro were left behind to take care of the already unconscious Crystal after knocking her out. As they continued to hear the noises of the fight, they couldn’t stay put any longer and joined in. Jethro wiped out the black smoke covering the air and went straight to attack the fox that was about to lay its paws on Snow’s back. “That’s a timely save,” Snow said as she wiped the sweat on her forehead. Jethro just smiled, “Watch your back.”

Jon knew that the Royal guards were always the strongest of all other guards, trained to face any war. Roy ordered the rest of the guards to lose the prisoners immediately as they have planned out in the first place before taking up action. Roy and Jon fought side by side with the twelve Royal guards. Jon flinged his hands as his claws cut the guards. Roy ran swiftly and rounded about the guards, piercing them one after the other. He roared as his eyes turned red at the instant. The Royal guards trembled as they threw down their hands. His growl was different and it was only a True Alpha that could subject other wolves through his growl. Jon stopped, seeing that the guards won't come nearer.

"It took me months to finally acquire it and I planned to give it to you after the ceremony but since the time is here anyway. It's a drug that'll suppress your… condition. Make you seem like an Omega to every other person and just a drop of it will last for three years at the very least." Snow stared at the vial, betrayal thick in her throat. How could her Roman do this? She thought he was fair, thoughtful and kind. Now he wanted to murder an entire species??! Tears rushed to her eyes but before she could react, Roman turned and strode back into the arena, effectively ending the argument. So Snow had no choice but to go back with him, her maid quietly at her side. The moment they returned,

The Lyseni clapped Davos on the back, and swaggered from the inn as if he owned it. Ser Davos Seaworth lingered over his tankard for a good while, thinking. A year ago, he had been with Stannis in King's Landing when King Robert staged a tourney for Prince Joffrey's name day. He remembered the red priest Thoros of Myr, and the flaming sword he had wielded in the melee. The man had made for a colorful spectacle, his red robes flapping while his blade writhed with pale green flames, but everyone knew there was no true magic to it, and in the end his fire had guttered out and Bronze Yohn Royce had brained him with a common mace.

"We’re 'Infiltrating' the 'Physics of Love.' We’re becoming the 'Primary-Signal' that keeps the 'Spring' from 'Defaulting.' We’re the 'Constant' in the 'Infinite-Option'." Dominic Thorne stepped beside her, his "Indigo-Shadows" suit "Dissolving" into "Raw-Sovereign-Energy." He was the "Ice-King" who had once "Bought" a life, only to find that the "Life" he bought was the "Key" to his own "Divinity." He looked at the "Void," his "Ice-Blue" eyes now "Deep-Space-Vortexes" of "Absolute-Commitment."

“Ms. Simmons, Mr. Harper... Didn’t he get killed by Tiffany Miller a long time ago? How could a dead person have a phone number?” It seemed like Mr. Jameson had no idea what Charlotte was talking about. “Huh?!” Charlotte was stunned for a split second and then finally understood. “Alright! Mr. Jameson, I’ve known Bryson’s secret for a long time. He’s still alive and he is Night King, so stop pretending to be confused!”

It is a trading company. Today I have the Winter. co and several affiliated companies all over the country. Several properties and factories, hotels, and stores. And the best part is no one can find out it’s me who owns them. The companies are owned by Kian and Alex Winter, but because they are minors I am their Guardian, but there is no trace of me when anyone looking into the company. I am simply an employee from the outside. My most trusted employees and my lawyers know of course how it is.

Before those truths became laws that could get you killed for breaking them. His weathered face remained perfectly, deliberately blank. But his eyes..sharp and assessing, the eyes of a man who’d spent fifty years reading courts and kings and the specific ways they betrayed themselves..those eyes were calculating. Processing. Understanding. “Lord Thorne,” Daemon said. His voice came out level. The Winter King settling into place like armor, cold and untouchable and utterly unconcerned. “You’re working late.”