Noble Houses Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

“House Gold discovered what caused the anomalies and tried to stop it. And the other Houses killed them for it.” “You don’t know that,” Fabian said. “Don’t I?” I moved to the pile of documents I’d been working through. “Look at this. Founding charter from when Lenore was established. It lists six Great Houses originally. Not five.” I spread out the charter. The names were written in careful script: House Augustus (White)—Keepers of Knowledge House Bellamonte (Blue)—Masters of Strategy House Castellan (Black)—Lords of War House Rosetti (Green)—Stewards of Life

“All I know is that people from there used to go to our mines to buy ore from us. They weren’t as bad as they say they are on the history books.” “Well, that was in the past, after all,” said Xander. “Anyway, the three great houses are the House of Alcione of the Red Rose where the emperor and I belong to, the House of Ravante of the Charming Moon where Elazar belongs to, and the ruined House of Heilig of the Thunder Gods where the lightning mages used to belong to.” Xander and Johan looked at Dorin, so did the rest of their friends. He was too busy trying to avoid a fork full of fruits from Eurydice to notice.

If one's noble household became one of the 'shields', it meant that you were bound to protect all the members of the royal lycan family. There were other noble households that became the 'swords' and 'spears'. A noble household becoming a 'sword' meant that you could be ordered by the royal lycan family to assassinate someone or you are in need to fight on behalf of the royal lycan family. If someone became a 'spear', it meant you were going to be sacrificed and prepared to be killed. The Waevalon Kingdom also had swords, shields, and spears' noble households. They also applied what they had. However, they were not revealing on their crest what type of weapons were they for the royal lycan f

Kieran did not care who Clarice was. As long as she called herself Edmund’s daughter, that would be enough. By the time of the event, many expensive cars arrived at the entrance. Kieran arranged for his men to welcome the guests and then checked the venue to make sure it was safe. He then stood at the entrance, waiting. All the noble families in Westeros were prestigious, even their younger generation proving highly capable. The big families were proud of their younger generations. If the younger generations could lead the family business and thrive, the family’s status would surge higher and achieve even more.

Lena continued, “and leverage. Whispers in noble courts. Veiled threats sealed in gold wax. They forge alliances over wine and secrets. Not all of them clean. Not all of them honest. But always… binding.” Ingrid had stilled beside us now, her gaze unreadable. She said nothing, but I could tell she was listening. “House Dorne’s estate is in the southern reaches,” Lena added, quieter now, the words threading through the falling snow. “Where winters are gentler and loyalty is sold in handshakes instead of blood. They have ties to a dozen noble families—maybe more—through marriage, trade, and magical treaties. But their oldest, most enduring alliance…” She gave a meaningful pause, eyes narrowing

"It’s tightly coiled around here." He nodded curtly and adjusted his cufflinks. I didn't comment on how tense his shoulders were. The Blood Moon Pack were a people known for not showing emotion or flinching, not even before the Council. We stepped into the massive hall, where glass domes reflected the moonlight like crystal claws, and the walls shimmered with illusions of the ancient wars. The long table gleamed—black wood, carved from a cursed tree that was said to have been blessed by the blood god, Aioder. The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied.

“Ledgers, names, symbols. All the noble bloodlines that tie back to the Old Order. And look—every one of them crossed out. Dead. Missing. Silenced.” I leaned in. It wasn’t just old names. It was a list of families with ancient magic in their veins. The Songcasters. The Ironborn. The ones who could challenge Magnus if they had united. “They’re all gone,” Cato said. “Wiped out quietly. And the ones left?” I turned the page, only three names weren’t crossed out. Mine, my daughter and Kael. My stomach dropped. “This is a war against blood,” I whispered. “He’s not just taking the throne. He’s erasing the truth of who should hold it.”

Oh, now I see, you were playing games, trying to make me jealous. "Enough of this, let's sort out the mess at the company first." I passed the bouquet to the bridesmaid and shrugged off Sebastian's grasp. "I'm here for the wedding. You guys can fix your own mess." Sebastian's annoyance was palpable as he looked up sharply. "Is this wedding really more important than our family's legacy? We've both apologized. How long are you going to drag this out?" He sounded so noble, but if he had not let Rosa's antics slide, we would not be in this mess.

"Thorncross Keep isn't just a palace. It's the seat of lycan power. Ancient. Massive. Home to over two thousand lycans at any given time. Noble houses, warriors, servants, advisors. All of them watching. Judging. Looking for weakness." "Sounds delightful." "It gets better. The court has strict hierarchy. Noble houses ranked by bloodline, territory, and political influence. House Valdyr is first, obviously. But House Draven is second and they've been angling for the throne for decades." "The ones Ezra mentioned." "Yeah. Lord Corvin Draven. Smooth talker. Smart. Dangerous because he genuinely believes he'd be a better king." Caspian's jaw tightened. "And he might be right." "Bullshit."