Oberyn Martell Novels & Stories

He had the face of a warrior, hard with scars on his face. Votigern considered answering the question, if there was any other thing he hated it was being asked questions. That was the whole point of being Lord, he was ruler over all, and he didn’t need to explain his actions to anyone at all. No matter how rash and poorly thought out it appeared to be. This was Nero however and he deserved an answer, “Avalon houses the greatest blacksmith to ever live. We have come here to sharpen our weapons and get new ones if need be”

Matilda, her eyes gleaming with a sinister satisfaction, speaks to him in a voice that is both commanding and seductive. "Rise, my knight. Rise and serve your maker, and her maker… your new king—William, your conqueror, now and forever." And so Percy rises, no longer a man but a vampyre, bound to the service of the Night King, William the Conqueror. Together with Matilda, they carve a path of blood and death across England, their reign of terror unmatched in its cruelty. The creature that now haunts Demika's visions, the beast that once served William, was their companion, a monstrous pet bred for hunt, for war and destruction.

A long time ago, they used to be what people call, normal humans. They lived their lives like any child from a noble family. However, there is one thing that made them different compared to other children, even to those of other noble families. Orion, Venus and Reed belong to the Martel clan. Their vampire blood however, originally didn’t have anything to do with the Martel clan. It was because of who married to the Martel clan and her descendants, like her, carried the curse that originated from her father.

At some point, they had even joined me. Later in the evening, Orien came to pick me up. During the ride home we had a chit-chat. I learned that he wasn't just Head of Knights, he was Gawain's childhood and best friend. He told me about Gawain's childhood. Prince Dameon had been brought up from birth as the heir to the throne. Being trained as well. Gawain never had interest in those things. He'd stuck to books and the first time he had been forced to wield a sword, he'd cut himself. According to Orien, Gawain had frozen on seeing his own blood. Thereafter, he began shaking. Gawain dreaded the sight of blood. It had also taken him a long time before he could go near knives or scissors or even

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

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.

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."

He asked, stepping forward. He looked me up and down like he was being unsure of what they planned to do to me. Thank goodness they know about Soren because it wouldn't be easy on them if he found out about this. "Yes, she is. But that doesn't matter, as long as we get what we want." "This could cause some trouble." He insisted, but Eridesce was adamant. I took a closer look at the man and then his face was clear. The rogue Alpha of the dark circus pack. Oberyn.

Her laughter was a deadly sound, ‘Killian, you have just met the Great Warlock, Merlin, and England’s greatest King, Arthur Pendragon and yet you still question the existence of Avalon?’ He looked into her hypnotic purple eyes, ‘Very well, where do I find this Avalon?’ He demanded from her and she sighed softly, ‘Killian, this is powerful magic. You cannot ..’ He interruputed her with a dismissive wave of his hand, ‘Don’t lecture me on what I can and cannot do. Where is this Avalon Magenta and how the fuck do I get her there?’