Novel & Cerita Tales Of The Night King

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Eraregord, Royal Academy-- "Dane, comprise a list of your best students and have them submit their names to be before tomorrow at noon," Lucian ordered as he took a seat in the headmaster's study. Dane was a tall yet lean man with olive skin tone and piercing red eyes, the colour eyes most vampires seemed to have. "Consider it done, Milord. Do you still wish to hold the tournament?" The headmaster, Dane, asked. His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters.

"That evening there was to be a feast in Harrenhal, to mark the opening of the tourney, and the she-wolf insisted that the lad attend. He was of high birth, with as much a right to a place on the bench as any other man. She was not easy to refuse, this wolf maid, so he let the young pup find him garb suitable to a king's feast, and went up to the great castle. "Under Harren's roof he ate and drank with the wolves, and many of their sworn swords besides, barrowdown men and moose and bears and mermen. The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle, but when her pup brother teased her for crying she poured wine over his head. A black brother spoke, asking the knights to join

KIARA POV “Fuck… kiev, please fuck me, baby,” I heard a moaning voice as I stepped out of my room, the cool air brushing against my skin. I already knew my brother was back from work and had brought his usual one-day girlfriend, someone he’d use and then send away. My jaw tightened slightly. I walked into the kitchen and poured water into a glass cup, my fingers steady despite the irritation building inside me. I leaned against the edge of the shelf and took a slow sip.

"What happened there?" Nora was quiet for three steps. "I told the crown prince of the most powerful vampire bloodline on the island that he had something on his jacket," she said. "He looked down. There was nothing there." Demi stopped walking. Nora kept going. "Nora." Demi's voice was caught somewhere between delight and alarm. "Nora, wait "

and deadly. "Who are you?" Thaddeus asked. "Issa Frostwood," Issa replied but I could see the mischief in his eyes. "Yes, that is your name, but who are you really?" Thaddeus insisted. Issa finished his drink and gently dropped his cup on the table. He got up and took my hand. It was time to go. "I am the King of the Night." He said and we left Thaddeus McPherson where he sat, sweating, drinking and defeated.

It’s protecting something, and I’ve stumbled upon something that doesn’t want to be found. But it’s all good, right? Two birds and one stone and all. I’ll kill that huge, demonic dog and then go after whatever it’s protecting. It can’t be anything serious. Hah. The Game of Thrones theme song sounds through the building, scaring me half to death. Right. I dropped my phone, and I’m sure Kristy is calling me back, wondering what the hell I was talking about. Dammit. If she comes out to investigate, she’ll be walking right into a trap.

Her senses sharpened, her reflexes faster than any wolf she’d known. But at night, in the quiet hours beneath the stars, the visions came stronger too. She saw Lirael’s final battle the Blood Kings rising from shadow, their fangs red with ancient blood, their voices cold and cruel. “You cannot hold us forever,” they whispered. And always… the face of a man. Pale. Beautiful. Deadly. A king crowned in black flame. Aria woke from such dreams with her heart racing, sweat cooling on her skin. One such night, she rose and left her chamber, drawn to the temple’s heart.