Imaginary Westeros Novels & Stories

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 have a fat ass?” She rolled her eyes. “What do you mean, nothing is going on between you and him? You’re literally wearing matching outfits.” “It’s his idea.” Her eyes went wide and her eyebrows shot up. When she lowered her brows, she said. “Shut up.” “I’m serious. It’s his idea.” “That makes it a lot better.” “Why?” “He is marking his territory.” I turned red. “When you say it like that, it sounds like something straight out of a werewolf novel. Makes me cringe.”

Ignoring all my inner thoughts I went to the canteen but as my luck goes. I had to collide with non other than her.... oh and I forgot to tell you. Her name is Amara. such a beautiful name. Oh shit not again with the pervert mind. I scolded my inner demons.and you know what...she can really fight. I didn't knew a girl to be so fierce and that too...towards me. I ignored her and left that place because I was in no mood to fight. I went to the library which is my second favorite place in this whole world... well first is a secret I'll tell you once the time is right. I took my favorite book "The love within". I flipped the pages as I munched over my food. But suddenly something caught my eye..

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.