Oberyn Martell Book Novels & Stories

I sat the orange book down thinking about going on a search of my own to see if this place was holding back on me when my eyes caught the giant red book in the middle of the table I didn't even hear it land on the table. This red book just like the others didn't have any markings on the cover. It was covered in thick red scales that had a faint smudge of black on the tips of each as I ran my hand over the scales my hand began to tingle. I stood up watching as if my hand was the match that set off the sparks around all the letters that appeared writing like magic in large bright glittering gold calligraphy "Pendragon" I had to stand to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it mo

The markings on my claws stretched further up my arms now, glowing like ancient symbols carved into flesh. Beside me stood Marten. No. Not the Marten I knew. This version of him looked terrifying. His body was covered in scars. His eyes glowed gold and silver together while shadows twisted behind him like living beasts. A crown of black iron rested upon his head. King. Conqueror. Monster. I could not tell which. He held my hand tightly while ruined kingdoms burned beneath us. Thousands knelt before us. Thousands more lay dead. Fear tightened inside me. “What is this?” I whispered.

The King and his men had been studying the mercenaries and Orcs for a while. Rhobart rose from his seat and looked at the mercenary who was touching the wench girl. "We want more mead! Let her go!" The mercenary looked at Rhobart. "Just because you are permitted to travel and hunt doesn't mean you can order me around! Sit down, finish your dinner in silence, and leave!" Milton put his hand in his trousers pocket and grabbed a magic rune. He kept his hand in the pocket. The wench girl looked at Rhobart, "I am used to it now. You shouldn't get into problems because of me."

A muttered curse followed. Astrid narrowly avoided colliding with the unfortunate victim while Pearl stepped aside at the last second. The young man immediately crouched to collect the fallen books. "My apologies." Pearl bent down and picked up one of the volumes nearest her feet. Ancient History of the First Kingdoms. Interesting choice. She handed it over. The stranger accepted it with a grateful smile. Dark hair. Silver eyes. A familiar resemblance. Recognition arrived quickly. Lucien Draven. The younger prince. "You must be the Wardens from the Eclipsed Order," he said.