House Of Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

Makil said, his voice tight. “It doesn’t need to be,” Valerius said. “The fletching. Raven feathers, dyed green. The sigil of House Gryffen.” “He’s threatening retribution,” Arlen said, his hand going to his sword. “Not just a threat,” Leigh said, her mind, always seeing patterns, clicking the pieces into place. ” ‘You have taken something of the mountain.’ The firestone? The peace? No.” Her eyes went wide with dawning horror. She looked at the arrow again, then at her father. “He’s not talking to Makil. He’s talking tous. To our family. ’The mountain will take something of yours.’” Her blood ran cold. “The Hold. He’s going to attack the Hold.”

Everyone in the living room froze. The two teams were nearly equal in strength. Most professionals expected a low-scoring game. A 2-4 upset was something almost no one favored. My father raised a brow, surprised and unconvinced. "You decided that quickly? "The match has only just started. The situation isn't clear yet. Don't you want to watch a little longer?" Sophie shook her head hard. "Dad, just trust me once. Buy in now. It's guaranteed profit." In the end, my father couldn't resist her insistence.

The backyard boasted an infinity pool and open-air yoga studio, and the four bedrooms were split half and half between the ground floor, where my parents stayed, and the upper floor. “This is your room.” My mother flung open the door with a flourish. “We spruced it up just for you.” Vivian’s mouth parted in shock while a migraine bloomed at the base of my skull. “Mother.” “What?” she said innocently. “It’s not every day my son and future daughter-in-law visit for Thanksgiving! I figured you’d like a more romantic atmosphere for your stay.” The migraine spread up my neck and behind my eyes with alarming speed.

“You’re humans. We’re werewolves. There’s a significant strength difference.” “I wouldn’t underestimate the House of Men if I were you,” Marquis Johanssen interjects. “They have an abundant supply of wolfsbane. Even I don’t know where they’re getting it. And it’s not only wolfsbane. They have repellants, the weaknesses of every creature, they have in their arsenal.”

Chapter four "This is completely unacceptable," Alexander's voice rang through the boardroom. "We can't just sell off the Miami property. That hotel has been with us for twenty years." Board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Mr. Thompson cleared his throat. "With all due respect, Mr. Elysian, the numbers don't lie. That property is bleeding money." Alexander's jaw tightened as he scanned the faces of the board members. Not a single sympathetic glance met his gaze. He had spent weeks preparing this expansion proposal, and now they were dismissing it without proper consideration.

I was bored to death, hungry, and alone. I had microwaved some dishes in the refrigerator and sat in the living room, scouring through N*****x for a good series to watch. I had eventually settled for 'Game of Thrones'. It was engaging and extremely interesting to watch. The crazy plot twists, the unraveling of secrets, the characters, and the suspense, all made the series a worthy watch. I was so invested in the series, that I did not hear Adrian step into the kitchen. I jumped in surprise when a loud crash interrupted my focus on the movie. I dashed into the kitchen to find Adrian on his knees, picking up broken pieces of glass with his bare fingers.

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

He’s also as old as my father but appears younger because he’s healthy and still actually works out with his soldiers. The most exclusive and close-knit is Nathan's family. If need be, they will fight for him while having their eyes covered. He was one of those who assisted us in calming the royals when Mother passed away. He’d never bow down to a woman. Like his son. “Yes, Young Lady, To what do we owe this pleasure?” Thorn waggles his brows at me. Although both his parents are British, he is American born and bred, and therefore, he speaks without an accent most of the time.

He whispered in my ears and his breath made me shiver a little. I nod my head unable to say a word. "Are your parent home?" I asked curiously "No! They are always travelling for business. Is just I and the cook." He said and shrugged. He didn't look bothered staying in this huge mansion without his parent. I guess he is used to it already. "I want to show you my room." He added and led me upstairs. We ascended the stairs and he opened the room. I could not describe its beauty. Is it just me admiring too much? But the king size bed and the blue paint was wonderful.