Oberyn Martell Novels & Stories

calculation. “He’ll die,” Nyxoria whispered back with what she saw in Tharros expression. “Or worse.” Down in the arena, Oberon walked forward and stopped once he was in the arena, his hands glowing with his ancient Fae fire. Golden patterns etched themselves across his arms like veins of fire. He summoned his sword, a long, thin weapon made from an enchanted crystal, pulsing with raw magic. “I am King Oberon, born of the direct descendent of the Fae, protector of my people and lands and I am their King." he declared. “And I challenge you, Vyrelen the Nightweaver, in an open combat.”

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

Damien jotted notes, lips pressed into a thin line. Ezra’s expression turned steely. “Orith. We need to find out who or what that is. Could it be the sorcerer behind these runes?” Marten shook his head, helpless. “I know nothing else. I swear I never wanted to betray the fortress. I was proud to serve here.”

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.

Pakuri and Voty seemed just as confused as she was, and glanced at each other conspicuously. “Your family name wouldn’t happen to be Pendragon?” Wenna said once she had composed herself. “Sadly, it is,” he said. “Then why are you betraying your father, Prince Marcellus, son of Davorin?” said Wenna, making everyone’s hearts almost stop.

"And true. Yet you have no proof. Of this incest. No more than you did a year ago." "There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think."

Oberon turns around looking at Octo Valley then looks at the Inkopolis “you’ll never win this war Arnold” then he morphed into a massive insect known as the Insect of the Abyss and flew off to find me and my rebellion. Meanwhile back at Inkopolis Roxy Wolf, Amanda Scratch, Jack, Oliver, Olivia & I were taking a break after a fight against Fairy Knight Galahad AKA Mash “is everyone okay” I said “we are okay mother” said Jack. Suddenly, Dr. Romani notified me and he was panicking “Arnold, I can sense a spike of magecraft nearby also a massive insect was spotted leaving Octo Valley and it’s looking for you!” Romani panicked. I l saw the massive insect patrolling Inkopolis “Lie Like Vortigern, E

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.

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.

This was a crucial revelation for Eryndor, who had found the perfect ally for his perilous plan. Lirien was absent from work that day, having been taken to Arinthal's hut. When she returned, she was drunk and exhausted, bearing the trauma of her experience. Eryndor's eyes narrowed, his determination growing stronger. He knew he had to act soon to free Lirien, George's family, and the entire island from Arinthal's grasp. George had been working for Arinthal since his family was hostaged by Arinthal. George was fine man but Arinthal made him so cruel and stubbon