Novel & Cerita Oberyn Martell Books

"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.

Yes, her mother is pretty better than a flashy prince because she's braver and stronger than any prince charming because she's a king. "Aban, Agravain, Bedivere, Bors, Constantine, Dragonet, Ector, Galahad, Gareth, Gawain, Lancelot, Lionel, Lucan, Mador, Pellias, Sarif, Tristan." Ruby paused when she noticed the noise get softer until it vanished. "They're retreating?" Grandma Rose wondered listening for any noises.

He seemed out of breath as if he had run all the way here. “What!” Fenryn explained a little too loudly, that he had to quickly cover his mouth. He looked around to make sure they were still alone before he nodded and marched as swiftly as he could towards the castle. He paused long enough to say to Lynnette, “I'll get the Drystan history book for you as soon as I get the chance. It is an interesting read. In the meantime, Vaughan, can you keep her company? This is going to be a long night.”

His thoughts went to a particular omega, Penelope, His eyes searched for the redhead and spotted her at the center of the ballroom her gaze focused in the direction of the throne “Oh great..." Daniel muttered His uncle was drunk and on the verge of having sex with a slutty woman that was sitting on his lap right in front of everyone's eyes. "Ah!!!” Daniel heard a loud squealing voice echoing through the room which challenged the beat of the music. He ran through the crowd to see the young omega holding a woman by her neck and gleaming into her eyes with disgust. "Get your filthy hands off my husband!!" The omega growled. Everyone including the king who was half drunk widened their eyes at th

The wind wailed afore the catastrophe and the trees shook their leaves slowly as though pitying us. We had been told earlier that we need each other for survival but none was cautioned that the golden orb we all embarked on for our specie was to spawn wickedness and jealousy in our hearts as we tried to secure it for ourselves—and specie. Margaret was the first to get to it; the orb. She was a werewolf, the fittest of us all. As she touched the orb, hundreds of spooky ghosts like the shadows of varmint, soared from above the ground and attacked her like a swarm of angry bees. Before I fled, two ghosts pulled out her eyeballs before floating into her sockets. Another laughed as it forced its

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.

Her hair dangled, but was too drained to even move a finger. "Give me the book," Olga demanded. Her voice echoed, like a strong wind going with a storm. Mherkealla smirked. "I swear to protect this book with my life, Olga. If I die, I'll take it with me," Mherkealla said, hoarsely. Her consciousness was slowly fading. Another drop of blood. Olga traced Mherkealla's being and a sly smile formed from her lips. She found the bravery an obtuse act. If only Mherkealla could understand better, things wouldn't have come to this.

Sienna crashed to the marble floor, Roman’s hand jerking her down as glass shattered somewhere in the guts of the estate. Her elbow smashed into the stone, a jolt of pain shooting up her arm, but it got lost in the rush tearing through her. Footsteps pounded closer—fast, hard, stomping from the east side of the house. Too many boots, too much purpose. Her breath hitched, the silver key digging into her palm where she gripped it like a lifeline.

"That crappy orchard your brother bought. It’s got quite a bit of rosemary in it. Ha! Not only has that dump never made a single dime, we still have to pay a crew to maintain it every year." A thought flickered in my mind. I knew that place. The orchard sat on a ruined silver mine, its trees drawing on the soil and the breath of silver for years, gaining a power to ward off evil. The Haunts came with the wind, but silver tamed the wind. Those trees were worth far more than my mother and brother could ever imagine. If my infant spirits had wielded weapons made from that wood, they would have been unstoppable.