Tales Of The Night King Novels & Stories

he said softly Barry looked down head shaking “she is fine, but barry” he waited until Barry looked up “if my little tank tells me EVER that she is uncomfortable in this castle i will know it is because of you and i will come calling” he said into those gray eyes that shifted into black making the heat of the anger intensify inside him “you have no claim on her my king, not yet anyway” barry said “she is my familiar barry” he said “still” barry said He leaned down and pulled out the stake in barry’s boot, he used the tip under barry’s chin

THE PREVIOUS NIGHT After Elora left the Alpha’s chamber, the king managed to visit Prince Jaqen’s chamber in the midnight without anyone knowing. He had been feeling so weak that he knew that he would die at any moment from now so he wanted to finish everything before it was too late. “I didn’t expect you would visit me so late in the night, you should have called me over to your chamber instead of coming over here since you are so sick” he said as he helped him have his seat

Magnus growled. Kael’s eyes stayed on mine. “A chance to know the future queen of the North.” Silence. Thick as blood. Damon stiffened. Lysa’s hand twitched near her blade. But I didn’t flinch. “You came for more than trade.” “I came,” Kael said, stepping closer, “because I heard stories. Of a girl who bled for her crown. Who buried her sister and kept walking. I came to see if she was real.”

I woke up this morning feeling refreshed, last night was the first time in a long while that I hadn’t woken up without a nightmare, which was surprising to me, given the events of last night. My face flushed red as I thought of Nikolai feeding me his blood. He had healed me when he could have let me die for not obeying his orders. I had heard so many horror stories of the Vampire King; the leader of all supernaturals, but I’m now starting to wonder if those stories were just that, stories.

Alex inquired, but his question was met with silence. As the mysterious potion coursed through Alex's veins, unease washed over him. His vision blurred, and he felt a sudden surge of power and vitality, but at the same time, an unsettling darkness crept into his mind. The room seemed to distort, and he struggled to maintain his balance as he gripped the table for support. Azaroth observed him closely, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Enjoying the taste of power, are you, halfling?" he taunted. "Remember, there's a price to pay for meddling with forces beyond your comprehension."

Gavin frowned. "He said we're just going to find the princess." Their eyes widened when they heard. "Princess?" They asked at the same time, Gavin nodded. "I'll explain later, but what does that person say that you just have to play to find Sera?" Zera said. He was really confused and didn't think that the people he met earlier were willing to kill. Nash and Clayton looked serious. "You are wrong Zera. This game he is talking about is not only about finding her, this game is about killing." Clayton said. Zera gulped at what she heard and the men clenched their fists.

I asked in a respectful manner The man whom I assumed to be a Noble, cleared his throat before he spoke “Are you interested in working as a knight?” “Knight?” I confusingly asked “Whaaaaaat?” The man laughed “I saw how you fought the serpent and I hate to say this, but you’re definitely strong. I’d love to have you work for me. What do you think?” For a moment, I am dumbfounded and didn’t understand what the gentleman just said. While he was looking at me with eyes of excitement and thrill, here am I, in the corner of my mind nervously thinking how I am going to respond to his offer.

"The whole city is on lockdown!" "Trevor told me before he died," Natalia said, the iron cuffs finally clattering to the roof tiles. Her silver aura surged back to life, glowing brighter than ever. "The High King isn't just preparing for war. He has an army of those obsidian monsters bred under the palace. And he’s waking them up tonight."

Kade stayed close, though his gaze flickered constantly to her blade. “Does it speak to you?” he asked. “Not with words,” Aria replied. “But I can feel it. Like a living thing. It wants blood.” “Yours?” he asked, stiffening. “No,” she said softly. “His.” They both knew who she meant. The Night King. Her father. --- That night, they camped in a hollow near the cliffs. The stars above were brilliant, and for the first time in days, silence felt peaceful instead of dangerous.