Stag Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Until now. And the stunt with the water and wine? Calculated. He was sure of it. A distraction, a deflection. She was hiding something. His grip tightened on the glass. Alexander was always the favourite, the golden boy. Now he was trying to cement his status with this...this imposter. Not on Nathan's watch. Nathan sank into his chair, mind racing. There was more to this than just some social-displaying girlfriend. No, Isabella Taylor reeked of secrets. Secrets that could unravel everything he had worked for.

“Hey. Look at me. Breathe.” But his voice is far away now. Everything is. The world tilts—and in its place, something else comes rushing in. Stone walls. Flickering candlelight. The faint smell of wine and dust. A passage carved behind a bookcase, narrow and secret. My laughter echoing in the dark. I walk through the tunnel of Tang estate. At the end there’s a balcony. Kade waiting at the end smoking a cigarette. “May I have one?” I ask. Kade hesitates. But then opens the pack and offers.

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

Until the next morning. I'm in my throne room surrounded by my council. Clad in their purple robes. I'm sitting on my throne, going over the new negotiations with the human kingdom. I feel him approaching. He stands beside me on my right. Pushing Marcellus over to the my left. He snatches the signed treaty from my hands and snorts "A treaty with food? They are beneath us, they have one use. We don't need to entertain their requests" He rips the parchment, throwing the sheds up in the air. The council are startled by his behaviour "Your majesty, what say you?" I stand up "Marcellus re-write the treaty and send it back to the human king. Make up some excuse and get him to sign it again" He nod

TOB 56 ETHAN'S POV "If you want to play…" Hades shows me his fists, now dripping with my blood, splattered all over the ground. "I'll indulge." “Where is she?” I murmur, staring at the door opposite me. “Is she there? Or are there cameras through which she can watch the show?” He grabs me by the collar, nearly lifting me and the chair off the ground. “You answer to me.” “I answer to no one.”

Zeus walked into the healing home to get everything ready. On the other hand, Dabria was playing games with all the vampires trapped in the pantry with her. "This one is down too. Who is going to be the next? Oh! I know! I know! We should play eenie meenie miney mo. Vampire style, of course. Let's get started, shall we. Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a vampy by his toe. If he hollers, let him go. Eenie… Meenie… Miney… MO! It's your turn, you big mouth rat!" Dabria played a game to choose a vampire she was going to kill next. It was the vampire who slapped that human girl. And Dabria had been keeping him for the worst of her punishments. She was done with half of the vampires in the pantry.

I ask “Because it says this is his place of employment, the address led me to this place, La Taverna D’Oro so I think--” “Go home lady, the person you’re looking for isn’t here, wrong address.” He looks hurt, like the name Matteo triggers something in him, like he has some sort of trauma attached to that name. “Please go home.” Tasha whispers, her eyes plead. I nod slowly and head out. I’m already halfway out the street when I hear her call out to me. “Wait, wait!” she yells as she runs to me. Yes, maybe she has something to tell me, or…maybe she’s just returning my purse I left behind.

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

Danica is lost. She’s trying to find a way out. On tiptoe, she walks past door after door, painting after painting, along yet another wood-paneled corridor, until she eventually reaches a pair of double doors. She pushes through and finds herself at the top of a grand, wide staircase carpeted in scarlet and blue, which leads to a cavernous dark hallway below. On the landing there’s a mullioned bay window, beside which stand two suits of armor holding what look like pikes. On the wall over the staircase is a massive faded tapestry, bigger than the kitchen table she saw earlier, that depicts a man on bended knee to his sovereign.

However, this is not my reason for writing today, as I write in a state of disturbance. The king is dead. The king of the Gods, who rule the kingdom of Serenacia is dead, so yes, my earlier statement is true. It feels surreal, dishevelling and confusing as of how his death took place, because as of now, every God in Serenacia is at alert. We are no longer safe. And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin.