Jon Snow Game Of Thrones Season 1 の小説・ストーリー

Then they went back to Snow and pricked his tiny finger; he whined instead of crying from pain. The blood from all three of us mixed together in the bowl, and the most amazing thing happened because the bowl actually changed color, shifting from silver to gold and glowing softly. A smile bloomed across the faces of the elders, and I saw Marcus and Elena both smiling too. The elders raised Snow up high above their heads so that everyone in the entire arena could see him clearly. "His name shall be Zane Snow Winter," the head elder announced in a voice that carried across the entire arena, "the son of Jude Winter and Rosie Elsa Winter, the fifty-fourth young alpha of Winter's pack!"

We were deep in the village now, her house was just around the corner. Kids were playing in the snow and families were preparing dinner or having some different kind of intimate moments. I felt out of place. She sensed it and took my hand in hers, Ralyne just always understood. It was her gift, sensing human-like emotions. Just then a few kids started to wave my way. I recognized my favourite in the tiny mob of firecrackers, a freckled green eyed girl. Rania, Ralyne's sister. I waved back and she ran my way, throwing herself in my out stretched hands ready to catch her. I lifted her.

It's supposed to be a cellphone game, but I don't seem to hear anything about it. "Hello, Clint and Alucard!" Queen Snow greeted the two and the two bowed in respect. King Yuan just looked at all of us silently and seemed to have no intention of speaking. "I would like to know who these beautiful young people are together with you." Queen Snow smiled and her eyes were on us but when she looked at me, the shock registered on her face she recovered immediately but I was just surprised as I felt the distaste in her eyes. I fringed. Even though no one said it, I felt it. I feel strongly about such things.

The screen in front of her glowed faintly in the dark room. He crossed the room slowly. “What's that?” Rosana didn’t answer. Her eyes were fixed on the screen. Her cheeks were stained with tears. Sergio looked at the screen and cursed. A flickering video. A house in flames. Children screaming. Smoke curling from shattered windows. Figures running in the chaos. Then—her. A little girl, no older than five, standing beside a woman—her mother—clutching her hands and sobbing. The camera shook.

Could I catch a glimpse of the future beyond this struggle and the heavy weight of fear? The scene was chaos incarnate—a swirling storm of fur, teeth, and blood against the stark white snow that seemed too pure to host such brutality. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing a plea for the bears, those noble beasts who fought valiantly but were outmatched. A primal part of me wanted to leap into the fight, to howl alongside them, but reality pulled my fragile frame back. I was just Winter, a small girl with fluttering muscles and nascent magic buried deep within my soul, waiting to be uncovered, as mysterious as the depths of the wintry woods surrounding me.

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

I'm standing in the woods near the house, I'm trying to scent him. There is two different trails. He's been close, watching us. I decide to follow the scent on the left. It's weaving all around. It's led me in circles. Thorne is extremely intelligent. This is a game for him. I go back to where I started. Close my eyes and search. Another scent trail appears before me as well as the previous one to my right. He's here. I follow the new trail. I'm running. Determined to find him. To kill him. I feel it in every part of me. This drive to see him fall.