Imaginary Westeros นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.

"Say that again," Demi said. "From the beginning." "I already said it twice." "You said it at your speed, which is faster than most people's thinking speed." Demi sat cross-legged on her bed, both hands wrapped around a mug gone cold, eyes fixed on Nora with the focused stillness of someone managing something large. "The crown prince of the Vael bloodline asked you to be his fake fiancée." "Anchor. The legal term is anchor." "I understand the legal term. I'm using the human one because I need to process this in a language my brain actually speaks." She set the mug down carefully. "And you signed it."

"In the western continent, we are divided into four major countries. Country A, Country B, Country C, and Country D." "Hah!" Shadow was unable to unhear the lack of creativity of the author. It screamed Wan energy. Wan was meticulous but just as bad at giving the name as his close-combat ability. 'Nah. Scratch that.' It's more that he couldn't be bothered with his weakness and solidified his greatest gift instead which was long-combat and in this case, focusing on detail and the storyline. "Each kingdom is ruled by different entities. We are under the rule of Country B, which is also ruled by the devil."

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

In the Royal War Room, draped with crimson banners and maps aged by fire and arrogance, King Lonald III addressed his court with the pompous flair of a deluded emperor. “Aeternum,” he sneered, pointing a jeweled finger at a fresh ink-drawn border across the map. “A house of illusions. Built on deceit and witchcraft. Their wealth? Fake. Their people? Slaves. And that founder of theirs? A sorcerer with a silver tongue.” “They’re strong, my king,” said Marshal Elwin, his tone cautious. “And the world now sees them as leaders. Even Battle Star Empire has acknowledged their governance over the Wasteland…”

It was unlike regular presentations Sia had seen on the only computer owned by Wrick on the island. She could see the holograms of models in front of her. They were so realistic. She could even touch and feel the models. Mr. Ben planned to use clones for developing an army of soldiers armed with weapons so advanced that would make them invincible. She wondered why he needed my help? He seemed to have everything sorted. Jurek answered my unspoken question, “The use of clones for any other purpose other than the transfer of conscience is prohibited by even immortals.” That was a surprising bit of news. Sia didn’t know that even the immortals had to follow the rules. It was relieving to know th

shouted Alex at Ancestor Bodhi in the mind palace. Ancestor Bodhi did not respond, but Shelly responded, “Hmph. Disciples of Buddhism, my *ss. These are all disciples of evil Buddhism from Essos. All of them should be killed. You don’t have to be soft-hearted. Just kill those people whenever you encounter them.” “Essos? Where is that place?”