Imaginary Westeros Novels & Stories

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

- Captain Arlen, 3rd Eastern Scouts The Shattered Wheel. Makil’s mind, a well-ordered archive of threats, supplied the information. A fanatical sect from the broken kingdoms beyond the eastern mountains. They believed in purification through chaos, in breaking the “wheel” of civilized order. They were not an army; they were a plague. And they were in Leigh’s home.

"Let this be your kingdom, most exquisite of queens, and let me be your king. I will give you a throne of gold, if you like. When Qarth begins to pall, we can journey round Yi Ti and search for the dreaming city of the poets, to sip the wine of wisdom from a dead man's skull." "I mean to sail to Westeros, and drink the wine of vengeance from the skull of the Usurper." She scratched Rhaegal under one eye, and his jade-green wings unfolded for a moment, stirring the still air in the palanquin. A single perfect tear ran down the cheek of Xaro Xhoan Daxos. "Will nothing turn you from this madness?" "Nothing," she said, wishing she was as certain as she sounded. "If each of the Thirteen would len

They failed to see the more atrocious enemy of their kind — the ones they later called the "Witches" The exact events during the final war on that island which used to be the Sanctuary of Beasts did not reach a single human ear for no surviving hero came home to tell them, although three witches made it back. However, the next thing they knew, chaos and fear spread beyond control. This time, by the hands of those who they once trusted with their future. Darkness succumbed almost the entirety of the world with Witches committing dreadful exploits everywhere, terrorized Kingdoms, and conquered territories. The worst thing; no one from heaven descended to aid them this time.

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he asked. For a long time, no one answered. Luke smiled. “Ryan.” He called and I shook my head, pretending to know nothing. “Well that is disappointing, I heard you are the best here,” he said mockingly. “You heard wrong, sir,” I replied dismissively. “Indeed.” He answered. “But you better step up, we don't keep useless people in the Hunter group.” He paused before adding “This is Imagination unbound. A concept I have found quite interesting lately, this was designed by a caged bird that wished to go out and see the world. What is a better way to live a dream than to live in a tree house?”

With the newly made charm necklace around my neck and the pendant tugged under my tunic, we headed out to town. Saraya was so excited she portaled us to the hem of the woods leading into Daekrahm in the North-central lands. The North-central lands are basically the land of clan rejects Werewolves who have gone rogue, the undead – nocturnal creatures of the night, banished dwarves, witches and generations of demigods with no magical talents who are now plain stray humans.

How could he mistake it for a faction from the Southern Forest? Adrian was slightly surprised and said, "Don't tease me. I belong to Weststar of the Central Lands." Willard became even more puzzled and said, "Are you joking with me?" Adrian was puzzled. He thought to himself, ‘Who has time to joke with you? If it weren't for the fact that it has been over two hundred years, I wouldn’t even bother talking to you. If you don't even know about Weststar, you don’t deserve to call yourself an immortal.’

The reason she still needs to live is important. "I didn't know it was really beautiful here; the south was modernized just as humans are progressing into a digital era; the north was a very small portion of this world torn between classic and modern, while the west was known in empires, which I heard you already burned down the castles built by clans," said Sera, whom Raenerys looked up to. She doesn't like how her sister sounds like she's enjoying this visit. Let's see if she can still be that enthusiastic when they get inside.