Mormont Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

"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.

The bowl was filled with a dark liquid that seemed to move on its own. "It worked," she said quietly. "Where is she?" I asked immediately. "Patience." Morwen waved her hand over the bowl and an image appeared in the liquid. It was like looking through a window. I could see mountains covered in snow and a massive stone structure built into the mountainside. "The Northern Ridge Mountains," Morwen said. "About three days journey from here if you travel without stopping." "Can you be more specific?" Dante asked. Morwen moved her hand again and the image zoomed in closer. I could see details now. There was a road leading up to the fortress but it looked like it had not been used in years. The for

He snorted and returned to signing the final pile of papers, trying to finish his work before we left. An hour later, we were sitting in his Maserati, leaving Grand Lunaville. Tyrion told me to wear something comfortable for the road, so I was dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple black T-shirt. Tyrion was wearing all black with his shirt slightly unbuttoned as if he wanted to tease me by showing a glimpse of his chiseled chest. He kept refusing to tell me where we were going, but I noticed that we were heading toward the Moon Mountains, a place that belonged to the Moon Blade Pack's territory, although it was situated as an exclave among a few other packs' lands.

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.

be careful, okay? The streets were quiet as she walked home, her mind already sketching the details of her next Veritas piece. Dark shadows, money changing hands, the American flag twisted into dollar signs, Senator Morrison... Isabella kept glancing over her shoulder, the prickling sensation of being watched had started three blocks ago.. Someone was following her.

“You’ll punch me and land back in holding? Save the macho routine, Rambo.” He stared out the window, jaw clenched. Then, slowly, he turned his head. “You think just ‘cause you wear a suit and parrot orders, you’re better than me? I’ve been in this game longer than you’ve been relevant.” “You’re right,” I said coolly. “But being in the game and winning are two different things. You fight like a dog. Storm plays like a king.” “And you?” he snapped. “What are you? His jester?”

"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