The Blackfish Asoiaf Novels & Stories

A loud roar ripped through my throat as the warriors of the Elven tribe gathered with their pathetic spears, laced with the poison they had touched my Odessa with. My slithering neck pulsed downwards, looking for the tribal leader, Zaos. The warriors parted as he came to the front of the lined warriors. “Black Dragon, we mean no harm,” his hands up in surrender. “Please spare the women and children,” his voice shook. Lifting my head, one eye glaring at him from above.

ARIA The black-haired bastard, whom I believed was dead, looked at me with his light-grey eyes. The plastered smile on his face was telling me that he didn't recognize me, while the golden flash in his irises betrayed his lust. How come he was still alive?! I thought that Tyrion killed him along with my brother and other ranked wolves in Silver Blood Pack. Had this scum escaped from the sinking ship to save his own ass? Fucking coward!

A massive corrupted beast—something shaped like a lion but composed of bone, fog, and black water—lunged toward Alessia with fanged jaws wide. Alessia lifted a hand. “Down.” The beast froze midair and then slammed into the earth with enough force to crack the ground. Kael sliced its head clean off before it could rise again. Ianthe whistled. “Alessia’s not playing today.” “She never does,” Kael muttered. Seraphine clung to her satchel. “Th-this is worse than the Leviathan—” Rian choked, “Everything is worse than the Leviathan!”

Enzo’s white hair stood out, his muscular back to me, but my attention was on Finn. How was he here? His hair looked slightly damp, clinging to the nape of his neck where it had begun to grow out, and he was clean-shaven. He stood with his legs slightly parted and his arms over his chest. If you didn't know him, you wouldn't see the strain in his muscles, or the way his fingers curl around his biceps. “Alpha Blackwood,” the group of Elder’s addressed Azure as he approached, but their eyes quickly shifted to me. Their sharp gazes cut against my skin, immediately judgmental. It was like they took a single glance at me and determined that I was beneath them.

Instead, he caught Kamman's arm, as if preventing his fall. "Aren't you a Phoenix, sir? How come your body doesn't live up to your name?" Asia asked in a mocking tone, a playful smile plastered steadily on his face. He said that with no idea that his presence was slowly draining bits of Kamman's soul. Kamman closed his eyes and focused on the pain, trying to subdue it. One of his hands pressed to his head, and the other gripped the nearest table to support his body. His men visibly panicked, especially Rei, who immediately rushed to hold him. However, he barely reached him before Asia's arm was raised in front of him, preventing access.

They came upon a great fissure in the earth—a collapsed temple or amphitheater, its wide steps descending into darkness. At the center of the pit was a throne. Or what remained of one. Iron, twisted and melted, fused into obsidian and glass. Upon it sat a figure—blackened like charcoal, unmoving, with a fire flickering behind sealed eyelids. The Voice of Ash. Aria stepped forward slowly, the others flanking her cautiously. The crystal vibrated in her palm like a heartbeat. Ressa drew her blade. “Are we sure this is a good idea?” “No,” Aria said simply. “But it’s the only one we have.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

“Why? Williams, you’re a firefighter. Don’t you know how toxic smoke is? “I told you that I was pregnant, but you gave the mask to Leia. Now, you’re asking me why I had an abortion? Are you pretending to be clueless?” I did not want to look at him any longer. I was afraid that I might feel disgusted if I did. Williams trembled and tried to hug me. However, Leia suddenly held her forehead and started falling to the side. Coincidentally, she fell right onto Williams. He withdrew his hands and quickly supported her instead.

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ I took a deep breath and when I realized I was remembering that night again. "Asra" Asmodeus practically shouted my name, which made me come back to me amid a jolt. "What is it?" "What the fuck are you thinking? Didn’t you hear me?" Grunhi. If I admitted that I had not heard anything he had told me - I would be fucked, very, very fucked, completely fucked and hostage to an endless drama coming straight from the prince of the ninth territory.