Oberyn Martell Book Novels & Stories

I said to him. I'm still chewing on the orange he gave me, noticing his expression when I tell him this information. “Seriously? Does anyone already know?” “Nope. I also just found out this morning when they took my blood” I showed my hands to him, there are a lot of needle marks in there. Arthur smiles, almost laugh.

Anatoli asked. Without turning to them, Orcenal grabbed something from his bag. He showed it to them, making them squint in displeasure. It was a book. Orcenal found it inside Harriet’s room this morning. The book was the prophecy from the other world, and the title was... [The Crown’s Diamond]. Anatoli and Ayja immediately stood back up and approached him. When they were about to reach and observe the book, Orcenal threw it to the raging fireplace.

Serena’s hand skimmed across the shelves, searching—until her fingers stopped on a book with a blood-red spine. The crest on it mirrored the sigil carved into her mother’s ring. “This is it,” she whispered. Elias leaned in, brow furrowed. “That’s a royal mark. From the Valecourt line. That book hasn’t been touched in generations.” Serena hesitated only a moment before pulling it free. As the book opened in her hands, magic burst forth—wild, golden light twisting like flames, pages flipping in a flurry until they stopped on a single name: Serena Valecourt.

The creature lunged. Chaos erupted. Elior’s blade met shadow, sparks flying as the creature absorbed the blow. Bram swung his axe, but it passed through as if cutting through mist. Myrra’s daggers struck true, yet the wounds sealed as quickly as they formed. Then its gaze locked onto Rael. A surge of heat exploded through him as the book’s pages flared to life, the ink twisting, forming words that burned into his vision: SPEAK AND CLAIM. Rael’s voice shook as he forced the words past his lips. “The Hollow Throne does not grant power. It takes.”

"That's a lie!" Oren ignored him and turned the page. "The Stoneclaw Lord conspires with human merchants to smuggle forbidden drugs..." "The Ironfang Lord's eldest son is in fact the son of his younger brother..." "Enough!" several lords roared at once. Oren snapped the book shut, his eyes glinting with mockery. "My Lord, I believe the word you used was...'rabble'?" The square fell deathly silent. This was no mere band of mercenaries. This was a vast, shadowy power with a terrifying intelligence network.

Elara Dawn Mourne. If the Oracle found her lacking, even that would be stripped away. Across the floor, the high blood moved like fire given flesh. Kael of House Ryvenhart, the golden heir, stood at the center of a small constellation of power. His coat shimmered with solar thread, his smile brighter than any chandelier. By his side, Maeryn Vex, heir to House of Shadows, dripped in raven feathers and disdain. And just beyond them, Seraphine Veyne, daughter of the Crown Judge, drank from a glass of duskwine like it was poison she had chosen.

“No one could stay that calm in a speeding, out‑of‑control car—unless he had already given up on living.” “What if that call was very important to him?” Realization snapped across Lionel’s face. He pointed at Alanna. “It was you! Lionel must have called you. He must have realized you sabotaged the car!”

This time he looked at her. And Ariana immediately knew. He knew exactly what Malrik was talking about. --- "What is down there?" The question came from Orion. The prince's voice was calm. But the tension in his face was obvious. Lucien swallowed. For several seconds, he said nothing. Then finally... "A monster." Silence. Ronan blinked. "A monster?" Lucien nodded. "The first enemy of House Lunareth." The old commander continued. "Long before the kingdom existed, there was a war."

Her small frame wrapped around him while he stared at her in shock. ‘How could someone so precious, so wonderful and perfect, say that to someone like me?’ He thought, he couldn’t believe it. Despite his thought, he returned the hug. As always, it was warm and comforting. And soothing. Just like Alastair had instructed, Alexis, Hector, Adam and the five knights as well some back up knights had set out to cure the goblin infestations. David Crotina seemed to tag along occasionally too, claiming he was playing hooky. It was a bit ironic since he was still working.

The guards part for Lyza and I watch her walk by me, her eyes blazing red and her presence absolutely dripping with power that I recognize as Mitalonys’. I step behind her so I can get through the wall of warriors but then stop dead in my tracks. There are three figures approaching the black rock pillars that mark the entrance to dragon territory, with them is a horse dragging a rickety wooden cart. I can feel their energy the moment they cross the border. One is all-too familiar—I recognize it immediately. And the others—the others scare the absolute hell out of me. "Zari," I whisper, my face going cold and my hands going numb. I reach out to her, my entire body shaking.