Imaginary Westeros Novels & Stories

and he knew immediately that they were werewolves just like himself. “Please,” he knelt down. “Help me. I’m a werewolf like you. Please help me find the road west.” “Of course I know you’re a werewolf,” Jimin grunted. “You smell like a month old cheeseburger and I picked your scent from over a mile. And yes, this is the west. That was the old name though. We used that hundreds of years ago when Dan was our king but he’s long gone. It’s now called Jaime’s Wood.”

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

Were you homeschooled? He snorted. “You mean learn to grow vegetables and harvest weed and read Tarot cards? There wasn't much education there. Look, I know there were some big communes, but the Vale da Liberdade was not one of them. “A bunch of bums, losers, homeless people. focus on life. A golden retriever leapt out of the water in front of them and flailed wildly, splashing water on both of them. The icy drizzle felt good and reminded him of how he and the

I nodded stiffly, still buzzing from the feeling of his lips on my skin and wanting more. He sent a cheeky smirk my way before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me in the direction of his territory. We held hands as we walked back to his territory through unclaimed land, where rogues were free to roam. Rogues are wolves that have either left their pack or been kicked out. They were ruthless, soulless werewolves who don't care about rules or authority. When we finally made it to Dark Apollo's territory, Bryan's Beta Andrew met us by the border. He welcomed me back, before telling Bryan about something to do with the pack business.

Cars, beautiful houses, cell phones, TVs – all of it was so breathtaking. Yet, there I stood in the midst of it all, feeling like an outsider. This was wrong. I was not meant for this era. I questioned God along the way, but there was no answer. I marched towards the one person who could give me an answer: Fredrick. "Molly"? One of them called my name from the shadows of the camp, we had set up just outside the city gated. I walked over to them, waiting to hear the gameplay. "This is the gated city of Eldrador where the King and all his people stay.

Darkle laughed with some sarcasm, wondering if he was not afraid when seeing his whole herd had been killed a while ago, and these two were the ones who killed them and no one else. Why not be afraid?? Does he trust his strength to this degree or does he not care about his life? Do you think that Mars and Zayn can't kill him? " Come on, my girl, come forward." NBS laughed at Mars inside him when he saw his father's Mate standing confidently in front of him Yes his father's mate! Because he is not a legitimate son! He is the son of a witch whose father had an illegal relationship with her, so he took the power of witches and the power of werewolves, a hybrid yes.

I stood up, backing into the shadows behind me, and instantly the Nightmare Eyes surged forward, looking for me. It's the first thing I've done anything besides destroying one of them, so they had to watch me do it, which is exactly what I wanted. My illusions come from my imagination, an ability a lot like the long last nightmare Lord Imagery. Except for mine can't come to life. That doesn't matter, though. If people think they are real, then they're real when they see them. I let my eyes flutter Closed imagining that the structure I was standing on shifted to the opposite side.

Bloodlines of the east. Then she stopped. Tucked between two massive books, almost hidden, was a thick book. Black leather. No title on the spine but it drew her attention. The cover was stamped in silver foil: a wolf wreathed in flame, a crown floating above its head. Underneath, In faded script: The west kingdom:a place of fire, control and purity. Hazel's breath caught. The mark on her wrist warmed. She opened the cover And a feeling overwhelmed her like a Warmth.

Stefan bowed down his head before chanting a spell with the use of his wand. "Vengeful wand of sorrows, listen to my plea. Help us hide our identity. Viamoeste viosle!" he chanted. A dark smoke appeared and slowly it formed into papers containing their new identities. Prince Zion take over the identity of the prince of the fallen kingdom of Etheor, one of the four kingdoms in the mortal world.

I am sure her superiors would not be wanting her to waste so much time in a place, she would come to serve me again so I need not spend all her time and make something suspicious. I have decided to use her and achieve my goals, I had my own set of goals, to become strong and able to thwart the plan of the monster called Darius. It was evening now and a message came from Darius to get dressed, it emphasized that very soon we would be with the King of Westeros. The apartment from the Kingdom that Ariel and his brother came from Westeros was the next greatest kingdom in the world, it was as vast and powerful and others even wondered if it was more powerful than the other.