Oberyn Martell Novels & Stories

I answered to no one, however rash my choices might look from the outside. But this was Nero. He’d earned an answer. “Avalon houses the finest blacksmith alive. We’re here to sharpen our weapons. Replace what needs replacing.” “Sharpen our weapons?” Nero stared at me. “That’s what we rode five days for?” “We stopped each night,” I said, unbothered. “All this way. For weapon maintenance.” He laughed, without humor. “We could have done that anywhere.” “I am Lord Votigern. The bravest, most powerful creature to walk this earth. I deserve nothing less than the finest.” I smiled.

Before Darius could lecture her further, the grand double doors of the hall swung open. Orion Nightbane walked into the room, tossing his heavy leather riding cloak onto a side chair. Orion was Selene’s elder brother, a high-ranking commander in the regional wolf enforcers. At just twenty-four winters, his prowess on the ice and in border combat was renowned across Ironvale City. He unbuttoned his uniform tunic, smiling as he saw Kaelen step into the manor behind him. "Brother-in-law," Orion greeted, walking over to clap a heavy hand onto Kaelen's shoulder.

The russet-eyed guy huffed and crossed his arms, his gaze pinned on Delaney as we sat beside Morris, removing the hoods of our cloaks. "Anyhow, this one with me is Cyan Belladonna, Sir Killian's daughter." Morris put a hand over my shoulder, plastering a smile on her face, and motioned at the russet-eyed guy. "And this gentleman is—" "Zyrak Ovale, third year, one of the Pillars, known as the Gale Knight," He said, his voice dripping with pride, and extended his hand across the center table between us. "Nice to meet you, Belladonna."

Aynyra stood in her dressing room, waiting as one of her servants stitched together a dress that fitted her. It was a special occasion, after all. Her father, the King, was convinced to hold a commemoration ball for the late Queen. Who was he convinced by? None other than Rhaenyx Maltalor, who had disguised herself as a member of Amiran guild named Nira, who serves the King as a specialised group of warriors.

Her long silky white hair had a bluish tint in it and partly hid four velvety horns that slightly branched out into forks. “Let me introduce you all,” said Damien, “This is Lord Ombra of the Shadow Dragons and Lady Lucille of the Dragons of Light.” The lady made a slight curtsy at the mention of her name. “Ombra, Lucille” continued Damien, “This is Dorin Silvius a wind mage, that there is Sebastian Revious an enchanter, and this fire mage must be...” “Johan.” Johan answered, “I’m Johan Ignacius.”

Aelnith Eventide The Witch Queen Carmun had three sons. The Dain, Dub, and Dother. Each one was marked by terrible dark magic. It each one with different, dark gifts. Aelnith stood holding River, in the cover of a copse of trees. Where the Dain had been a hulking, foul monster, Dub was merely a shadow. That didn't mean that Dub was harmless or somehow a safer choice than the Dain, it merely meant his magic and darkness was that much more subtle and insidious.

“Currently, there’s only one in the world, mom.” “That’s impossible! He has a mate and a family. This must be some sort of mistake.” “The present alpha is a she. She’s the daughter of alpha Rodrigo.” Dylan clarified what he meant. “You can’t be mated to someone from the Pride pack. That’s outrageous!” His mom yelled, to his surprise. How could she still be in denial after all he just explained? “And why is that, mom?” “Because those people are extremely dangerous. They are known for practicing magic. Dylan, they have casted a spell on you.”

“Orion?” “He was a hybrid wolf and a powerful warlock. For gold coins and Euvens, he would do anything and everything. He promised me that he would find a way to break the magic of the crown and then steal the throne. I deserve it. Mateo Storm is weak and useless. He wouldn’t know what to do with the kingdom, or how to keep the dragons in line.” His mother whispered something and he laughed. “Remember, the crown is more precious than everything else,” Tymeria Blackstone said.

“Where is King Orrian and King Remiel? I ask one of the captains of the legion I was heading. “King Orrian went to assist King R-” “Lady Morgana…” We turn to see the young Vampire prince standing there. He is in possibly the worst state aside from my foolish brothers as he walks with sheer willpower over to Morgana. Even in such a state, he holds himself with a grace that only an elf or vampire could possess. Morgana gasps as she stands and rushes to meet him. “Remiel! Healer!” “I am fine… but… King Orrian fell in battle.” His words ring in the now silent skies before he drops to his knee, lowering his head to his aunt. Her eyes widen as she shakes her head, a hand going over her mouth as sh

"Maddie, meet Mr. Theon Orben. You two share the same craft, after all." Melvin added with a grin, "Yes, Maddie. Mr. Orben is an eighth-grade divine alchemist and currently the chief alchemist of Sovereign's Apothecary. The Divine Alchemists hold him in high regard." Before Madeline could even bow, Theon waved his hand and chuckled modestly. "Oh, please, you flatter me too much. When Ms. Webster first made her name in the field, I was still a nobody with nothing to show for myself."