Leather Bound Game Of Thrones Book Set Novels & Stories

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

Katherine didn't want to interrupt him again so she waited and listened patiently as he continued. "The sorcerer then had to bind the rage and bloodlust of him and his people to the one thing that could balance it," He looked at her with a raised eyebrow half expecting her to finish off his sentence. "Centem Natura," Katherine whispered. That was the only thing made to balance out the deceit from the other tree.

Never seen it twisted into a symbol of possession rather than authority. The collar around her throat was exquisite. He could see that even from where he stood in the shadows, even through the red haze of rage that clouded his vision. Three bands of braided gold, wide as his thumb, fitted perfectly to her slender neck. Intricate scrollwork decorated the metal, ancient symbols that his education recognized as Old Realm script—the language of their ancestors, before the kingdom was unified, before the Dravenharts claimed the throne. He could just make out the words etched into the gold: *Property. Bound. Claimed.*

the council leader from my pack said. I walked and stood close to my father, hoping they would change their mind but I was so wrong about it. " I want to welcome both Packs to this gathering. It is with great pleasure to have you here. This gathering is just to inform both parties of the implications and what is required of the" he said. His voice sounded like a sword piercing through my heart. I swallowed hard as I tried to ignore the eyes that were on me. " This will lead to a blood marriage between both parties. Your souls will be bound together by dark magic from the moment the oath is taken. And none of you should hurt each other nor are you to betray" he said.

I flinch at the sound of her voice, the ache I didn’t know I still carried cracking in my chest. She softens. “I came,” she whispers, stepping forward and holding the book between us, “because the time for pretending is over.” I take the book from her, it's heavier than it looks. “This belonged to your mother,” she says. “She started it the moment she knew she was carrying you both. It’s her magic, her binding, her warnings… and her hopes for you and your brother.” My fingers tighten around the cover. “You told me once that you didn’t know what she used her powers to bind, other than our wolves. But she bound me entirely.”

When I reached her, I checked the book and I wasn't too surprised by what I saw. All over the book she had scribbled his name, Isaac lay littered across the pages and I shook my head. She was obsessed over this and somehow I had to help with it.

My heart hammered as adrenaline tore through me. “No,” I snarled. “Don’t touch me.” Hands grabbed my legs anyway, rough and unyielding. Another zip tie snapped tight around my ankles, pulling them together painfully. I glared up at them. My chest heaved. “You think this ends with him walking away?” I demanded. “You think he won’t tear this place apart brick by brick?” The men exchanged looks. Then the first one smiled again—thin, knowing. “That’s the idea.” They stepped back. They left me alone under the harsh light, bound and shaking. The echo of their footsteps faded into the cavernous space.

The shelves seemed to breathe, wards hissing against my skin. And then I saw it — a tome unlike the rest. Bound in blackened leather, scarred by claw marks, its edges sealed with silver thread. The spiral thorn was burned into its cover. My chest tightened. “This should not be here,” I whispered. The keeper appeared at my side as if the shadows had carried him. “It should not. But it is. No hand has opened it since his banishment.” “Why not destroy it?” His laugh was without humor. “You think they did not try?”