Novel & Cerita Game Thrones Jon Snow

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

Devon POV: I stared emotionlessly at the boy who gave me a sleepless night. I was more surprised, hearing this bastard of a man saying he was trading his son to pay his debt. Although, this was what I wanted to achieve, but seeing that he really did it in the blink of an eye got me so pissed that I was willing to snap his neck. I glared at him and turned my focus to his son, whose eyes stared wide-eyed at his crap of a father. I felt a string of pity for him as I watched him. He looked so fragile that he could break if touched.

I go to reprimand Vincent for abandoning our recruiting operation, when I look at the female Kolby has pinned to the floor. I am surprised when there seems to be something about the female struggling underneath him that is calling to us. Especially once our combined eyes meet and lock with her tear-filled ones Vincent growls low. I then can’t stop him as Vincent again takes full control… ----------- THIRD PERSON Jonah smiles as he watches the explosions go off around the Pride’s village and then watches the Den collapse and drop into the ground. He is impressed, he wasn’t expecting them to be so thorough but then they were part of the Vampire Royal family so he shouldn’t have expected anythi

The ceiling groaned. Through the smoke, a single figure emerged from the shadows unseen by both queens until now. A stranger, cloaked in black, eyes glinting like ice in the firelight. The stranger whispered softly, to no one in particular: “Two queens burn, and yet the ashes hide the one who decides the end.” The flames reflected in their eyes, promising a secret that neither mother nor daughter had anticipated. And in that moment, the war of fire, shadows, and vengeance became something far more dangerous: a game with an unknown player, and stakes that would consume the world.

I grabbed my phone and called Dominic, and he answered on the second ring. "Adrian, how's our pregnant friend?" Dominic asked, sounding amused. "She's not pregnant and you know it," I said. "What the hell is your game?" "No game," Dominic said. "Just creating the right circumstances for you to see reason." "See reason about what?" I demanded. "About us," Dominic said simply. "About giving me what I want." "Which is?" "You," Dominic said. "Back in my bed, under my control, the way you used to be. And if you don't agree, I'll make sure every board member knows about your little security guard and how you're violating company fraternization policies."

When he lifted his head and tried to beg from passersby, I saw his face. The face once called the most beautiful in the underworld was now covered in scars, frostbite, and filth. His eyes were dull and empty. It was Lorenzo. He seemed to notice my car and shrank back. The pizza fell from his hand into the snow. He scrambled desperately toward the shadows. The light turned green. The Maybach moved forward, leaving that filthy figure far behind in the snowstorm. “Donna, do you want him dealt with?” my consigliere asked respectfully.

At thirty, Cole was broad-shouldered and easy-smiled and so comfortable in that charcoal suit that it looked like he'd been born in it. He didn't look for me. He always used to look for me first. Behind them, Caden Holt stood with one hand on his daughter's shoulder. The Lycan Chairman. 6'3". Silver at his temples. Shoulders that filled a doorframe. Storm-grey eyes that swept the room the way a weapon swept a field slowly, deliberately, missing nothing. He didn't look at me either. Nobody did. "Mara." Theo appeared at my side from somewhere. My brother was twenty-three, their mother's jaw, eyes that showed everything he felt whether he wanted them to or not. Right now they were showing pure

Claire’s POV “Please let me introduce everyone,” Thoran stands. “As you’ve met, Jax,” he nods. “This is Herk, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack.” He gestures to the hazel-eyed man. I hesitantly glance over at him. His smirk has become a grin. He reaches out for my hand, and I slowly take it to shake. But he brings it to his lips, eyes never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, miss…?”

The bone shattered on impact, leaving the shoulder a mess of blood and torn flesh. The night air filled with Gregory's screams. As he teetered on the edge of consciousness, Gideon pulled out the spear and raised it again. "Please, sir, spare me!" Gregory finally broke, fear evident in his face. "Now you're afraid?" Gideon's face twisted with contempt. Fighting through the pain, Gregory begged, "Sir, we've never met before, so there must be some misunderstanding. Why are you attacking the Yovarian Guild?" "'Misunderstanding'?" Gideon's rage erupted as he drove his spear through Gregory's left leg. "I am Gideon Snow of the Snow family of Goldspire. Now, do you understand why I'm here?"

Jonah POV It's three in the afternoon when I finally leave the packhouse. I glance to find ten missed calls from the douche who put me in this position. Going to the treeline behind the house, I quickly disrobe behind a tree, shoving my clothes into the bag I bring whenever I come here. My bones break and reform as I shift into Thor, a massive white wolf with a black paw and patches over his left eye and right ear. Thor's eyes are such a light blue they are practically silver. After stretching and shaking out his fur, he picks up our bag before sprinting into the forest toward our territory.