Imaginary Westeros Novels & Stories

My chest tightened. The ground shook again. The black crack in the sky widened. Lyanna looked upward. "We don't have much time." --- She led us through the ancient city. As we ran, I noticed symbols carved into every wall. Crescents. Stars. Wolves. The same symbols that had followed me throughout my entire journey. But here, they were older. Original. "What is this place?" Wesley asked. Lyanna answered without looking back. "The First Reality." My breath caught. "Before the First World?"

Sinjin was initially skeptical about hiring Nikki as his secretary but went ahead with it because of Eds. The boys celebrated their tenth birthday with Kyle, but the highlight was a special surprise from Sinjin: the newly released online game Dark Realm: Dawn of the Twin Avengers, which had already garnered over one billion downloads within its first month. When Nikki first arrived at the house, she was captivated by its breathtaking beauty. She had always dreamed of living by the beach and couldn't help but feel envious of Eds.

And then he walked out of the room with no sense of direction at all. The princess had spent all night in the library, trying to find out what she could about the Athànatoi. Had to know the enemy, she figured. She had come across a book titled 'The Athànatoi through the times,' according to the book they had lived among mortals, the only distinction was the colour of their eyes, they were red, deep bloody red. They lived among men, did everything like they did, but they only mated with their own kind. She'd gotten to the part where the book began to talk about why the Athànatoi parted with man in the first place, but those parts were in a language she didn't understand, she stewed in her fru

Even the powers that Rena had inherited were only powers that Phinalona Taroc had been born with. The Taroc siblings were very well known in all of the Seven Realms. King Gareth, their father had ruled over the Southern Elven Realm for nearly three millenia. While a good chunk of Gareth's long reign had been peace filled, after the queen's mysterious death fifty years prior had only left Gareth cold and ruthless. He chose to let his subjects suffer as he suffered, losing the woman he loved had forever changed his persona.

I teased, earning a chuckle from her. I wanted things to be like this. Even though my identity was fake, I was happy as Elena Greene. Elena had friends, a stable job, and a home. Andrea was a lonely, homeless, and a worthless girl. She used her body to make money. Heck, she even got her hand greased with illegal money and hung out with the wrong crowd just to make a living. Trash.... Andrea was trash.

Adian POV I twisted and turned on my bed unable to sleep. It's not like I didn't try... but whenever I would close my eyes her crying face appeard making me guilty every time. I know i should have controlled myself and didn't act so rashly. But what's done is done.. it can't be undone anymore. I signed again thinking about Jes words.... How can I call this love when it has been only few days since I met her... I don't know if she is my soulmate or not or this feelings can be given a name but I know for sure that I'll make her mine..... "Amara.... You're mine and only mine" I mumbled myself and dozed off to sleep.

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

Players from the East Reavers and White Crows were murmuring about the Wolves’ new additions. “Takuri Kamori’s back,” one player whispered. “Yeah, and they’ve got that Taiga kid. Plays like a ghost.” “They're dangerous,” another murmured. “But also unstable,” a senior from East Reavers said. “Too many egos. They’ll tear each other apart before Nationals.” Everyone wanted to see Shirakiba fail. But no one could take their eyes off them.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

Chapter 30: The Shadow of the Spire The outer rings of the Eastern Imperial capital, known across the continent as the Obsidian Spire, did not resemble a standard settlement. The city was a geometric marvel of black basalt and polished white marble, built in three concentric, heavily fortified circles around a central mountain peak. For centuries, the Pureblood Dynasties had lived within these walls, insulated from the rest of the world, believing their wealth, their military sophistication, and their segregated lineages made them completely invincible.