Mormont Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Watching movies together could alleviate our chemistry. His eyes studied me for a moment before he leaned back. Dropped his phone on the table and crossed his arms. "What’s your favorite movie?" He asked. I didn't expect that, and I smiled as I responded. "Game of Thrones." "What's it about?" His brow lifted slightly. I grinned. "Noble families fighting for control of the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms. It’s full of battles, betrayals, and political struggles—" "Valar Morghulis," he interrupted smoothly.

Every drone, every camera, every soldier was a witness to a war that had no mercy, no end, and no choice for failure. Bianca pressed herself against the final wall, hearing the faint hum of electricity and distant voices. She whispered into her comm, voice low and steady: “The game begins… and only one will rise from the embers.” Above her, Ash’s throne room was lit in molten fire, her gaze piercing the darkness like a blade. The daughter had entered her domain and the mother of war would not falter. The first sparks of confrontation leapt through the shadows. And the world waited.

The morning sun broke over the jagged peaks of the Dragontooth Mountains not with warmth, but with a cold, pale glare that illuminated every drop of dried blood on the arena sand. High in the private eastern spire of House Vanehart, far above the echoing subterranean tunnels where I was hiding, Lady Morrigan Vanehart stood before her tall, gilded vanity mirror. Her pale green eyes were wide, bloodshot, and rimmed with manic fury as she stared at her own reflection.

"Show us where he keeps the food, or you'll get the same as he did, woman." "Unhand her." Mormont took a step. "I'll have your head for this, you-" Garth of Greenaway blocked his path, and Ollo Lophand yanked him back. They both had blades in hand. "Hold your tongue," Ollo warned. Instead the Lord Commander grabbed for his dagger. Ollo had only one hand, but that was quick. He twisted free of the old man's grasp, shoved the knife into Mormont's belly, and yanked it out again, all red. And then the world went mad.

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.

Student body president, debate team captain, honors society, whoever wrote this fairy tale clearly hadn't met the real Alexander Elysian. The car curved around another bend, and through the tinted windows, she caught her first glimpse of the Elysian mansion. Her sharp mind cataloged every detail of the approaching mansion - Gothic architecture, at least thirty rooms, probably built in the 1900s. She'd researched enough about the Elysians to fill a book, but seeing their world up close made her feel like an ant about to walk into a palace of giants. "Ready?" Alexander's voice cut through her thoughts as the car rolled to a stop.

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

JOSH’S POV The morning sun fought its way through the grime on the window, casting a pale, honeyed light over the room. I woke up with my heart hammering, a habit of the hunted, but it slowed when I felt the weight of Becca beside me. As I shifted, the sting on my chest and arms made me wince. I looked down at my skin—red scratches from last night's rendezvous, the evidence of our passion. Then I saw it. On the yellowed sheets, there were small, unmistakable stains of crimson. A new bloodstain to replace the one we’d left on Baba’s floor, but this one didn't represent death. It was a covenant. I felt a surge of pride. I looked at Becca. She was still asleep, her face finally peaceful, though

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

This baffled me as I kept walking up the stairs. I was yet to see guards whom I always saw everyday damned day but now, where I needed them the most, they suddenly vanish. I seemed to have been walking for twenty minutes when I soon stopped before a wide mahogany door which also had two guards standing by each side. Not only that, but I needed not to ask if Mr. Red eye was there because I could feel his presence. Call me stupid! “Good morning, is Mr….err, Is your boss in?” I asked one of the guards, who appeared as if he was dead. I was yet to get used to the unique appearances of everyone I saw in this castle. I mean, they all looked like 'the walking dead!'.