Imaginary Westeros Novels & Stories

"Let’s get down to business now ayy? Unfortunately for you, you didn't get the normal god, or demon-like power one is normally used to. You're not fast, neither do you have the ability to lift a plant with your pinky. You're not super smart and you can't control the elements either. You have no effect on time, reality, light or darkness. You're not like the others. But you want to know the best part about that, you my friend, are not like the others. Your power, is the bridge between the light and the darkness. Almost like the product of their unholy intercourse." "So, what exactly is it?" Robert said, finally chiming In. "You my friend, have the gift, of immortality."

He answered me and was still frowning. I gasped. I remember the last name. That's the top two richest people/families in the world. They are living in their own country which is owned by Moretti himself. They own a country! This is part of Asia that is not too open to the world because this is owned by the Moretti's. Even the world government cannot touch this country without permission. The country is called Imperial State. This is divided into eleven regions with a city in each region. This is a very rich country and one of the first-world countries. Their technology is advanced and will rival America and China. The citizens in Imperial State are mixed of Western and Asian.

they exclaimed as they looked at him, stunned. "Yes. And this kingdom..." Hierro said and looked at them all. "... the last kingdom... will be a kingdom no more, since – " he said and looked at Laggas. " – the last kingdom, remaining kingdom, for this country will be the East kingdom." he told them. Everyone’s faces paled in horror. The West Kingdom will be under attack and be destroyed in one week. "'Prophetic dream', or vision, whatever it is." Hail spoke amidst the silence.

Nothing of this is supposed to exist. In the North stood the Kingdom of Empyreans, where mermaids and every water creature life, like water dragons, krakens for sure, are present on that land. That kingdom was 70% water, after all. Their terms and names that they used weren't entirely the same as what her people, humans, call them. An example was, they call mermaids "Shivernyms" in this world. There were many more, but that doesn't matter now. The Western Kingdom was called Dazlhethia, where it was mostly occupied by werewolves, demon-like creatures, and types of elves that are distinctly different from the elves of Conorrah.

If you do, please drop a note in the comments. If you are new, this author can give you a brief explanation (spoilers-free) about AR Were World: Although the story takes place in Great Britain and you might see London being mentioned, the place itself is completely fictitious. The land is divided into 5 regions: the Center (for humans and everyone else, it’s a natural territory), the North (territory belonged to the Ethereal under Alpha Cromwell - werewolf billionaire pack), the South (territory belonged to the Erebus under Alpha Leonidas - werewolf mafia pack), the West (territory belonged to the Night Walkers under Alpha Damien Sinclair - ancient werewolf), and the East (territory belonged

The Death (Wastelands provinces) was the strongest among the four minor realms, and the Black-horn City was also in the Death (Wastelands provinces). The four major realms were Sea (Wastelands provinces), Abyss (Wastelands provinces), Sky (Wastelands provinces), Hades guidelight. In the Wasteland Sea, there was a force called Desolate Seas, whose strength was unfathomable. It had always been said that "Once Sea (Wastelands provinces)'s Token appears, the sun will not set". That was to say, if any sect suddenly received Sea (Wastelands provinces)'s Token one day, then this sect would be destroyed by Sea (Wastelands provinces)'s Desolate Seas before sunset.

What I didn’t know though, was that there were two sources of visual inspection taking place. One viewpoint was from the perspective of a calculated potential of what was to be gained by the use of me, while the other perspective saw a more human side of me and contemplated the worthwhileness of fighting to acquire me. As we passed through the gates of the Citadel they began to clang metallically shut behind us. No matter how many monsters may exist beyond these walls I had the feeling that we had just entered the belly of the real beast. ********* Far away the secondary observer of the events taking place in the abandoned settlement closed his weathered monocular telescope as he debated upo

“Do you think that the Bloods make a single move I don’t know about, despite their vulgar ambitions?” My aunt knew…? My fingers curled around the map. I stared down at the metal pillars that created the wall behind Oxford, when precious gems and riveted metal recreated Wolve Empire. At the furthest edge were the bronze trees of the Jungles. Light reflected onto the entire empire from the glbutt towers of the Alphas. I traced my finger down the sparkling sapphires of the River Thames, which wound through the middle of the Lords. The covens looked down on the wolves as nothing but glittering toys, just as they could look down through the clockface at the humans as nobodies whose fates could —

"Cressen had wisdom." "I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out.

We drove carefully while Christmas music played on the radio. “I don’t know what it is, but I just love Christmas even though we don’t celebrate it.” Alex laughed. “I just love all the lights, the Christmas tree, the idea of everyone opening presents together on Christmas morning. I wish werewolves celebrated something similar. I guess we have winter solstice, but it’s not really the same, eh?” He looked so sweet as I peered over at him, a small smile on his face as we drove. He was so handsome, his face so perfect like a master sculptor had carved it. I looked back at the road only to spot a flying deer heading toward the windshield.