Oberyn Martell Novels & Stories

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.

She was the only one who could confirm this—this madness. And she wasn’t here to speak. “So who was he?” I whispered. “My real father.” Elizabeth took a long breath. “His name was Caelum. Caelum Dorne.” I blinked. “That’s a name out of legend.” “No,” she said firmly, “it’s a name buried by the Council. Caelum was a true golden blood. One of the last. He was a warrior, a scholar, a man gifted in ways others couldn’t comprehend. He died protecting your mother—and you—from those who would have exploited your power.”

CHAPTER 45 BELLA Athena had started to cry for attention, and I rushed off to her. Once I had calmed her down, I brought her out, and Gabriel who’s face automatically lit up at the sight of her, reached out to take her in his arms. She was full of smiles as she went to him. Her tiny hands made its way to his cheeks as he spoke to her lovingly and waltzed around the room with her. While father and daughter were having their bonding session, I excused myself and went to my room and called up Erica. She, too, was just as worked up as me about what had happened earlier. Neo did explain his side of the story to her after we had left. He told her that the reason why he didn’t bother defending hims

Make someone flinch. Elarion didn’t. His expression didn’t even flicker. The muscular guy’s grin widened. “My name’s Aurel Lysel. From the House of Lysel.” The Clan of Lysel. A noble house. Old blood. Known for warriors. Their ancestors were said to defeat dragons in the past. Aurel finally released the grip and gave a single approving nod. “You’re strong. I like that. How about we become mates?” Elarion blinked once.

These men’s armour was finer than the soldiers around us, the colours more vivid and the leather detailing beautiful to behold. “It is good to see you Aurien,” the foremost man stopped before us. His voice was warm as he greeted my dragon. He was masked, as they all were, but I saw his eyes flick to me. “And your lady friend.” “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Aurien announced. “Magistar Glenowayn.” “Princess,” the man amended. “My apologies. How may we serve you?” “Magistar Glenowayn, we seek the warlock Daerton,” I told him, rising to my feet, and stepping away from Aurien. “I am currently engaged in a war and require his services.”

for all of those boils on top of that gray skin this creature could have easily been mistaken for a rock if it sat still. It opened its mouth as far as it could go and let out a nightmarish gurgly laugh that sounded like it came from the swamp itself. Then, to the twins horror they watched as the monster flung them into the air, boat and all. It tilted it's head back with its mouth open wide as if to catch them and devour them. The twins were still clutching each other tightly when all of a sudden they heard the sound of tinkling bells. Expecting to meet the swamp monsters razor sharp teeth upon landing, they were surprised when they didn't land at all. Instead they were snatched out of mid

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

"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."

“I thought we’re going to Ice Crown Glacier?” Maester David sighed. “Gram, I promise to explain to you on our way.” “Just make sure you get some time to rest. It surely is a long road.” The chief added. “I also want to remind you that the one who got Arth is the Grand Knight Bryle of the Ice Crown. You know him?” “Who’s Arth?” Gram interrupted. Maester David turned to him in a serious look, “I said I’ll explain later. Now keep your mouth shut.”

She was captivated once more by his pretty face. “Magor, my company and I are ready now. The Queen is probably there already, expecting us earlier than the rest.” Finrod declared. “My brethren shall be descending here in a moment.” Magor looked back to the isle she came from. Three more dragons came down to their ship with the same fashion as Magor’s. The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore.