Theon Greyjoy Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 Dawn Ellery's point of view The heavy oak doors slam shut behind me with the finality of a tomb. I collapse onto my knees, gasping for breath, as the last traces of my light magic fizzle across my skin like dying fireworks. Around me, a world unlike any I've known materializes through the haze of my exhaustion — leather and chrome, whiskey and smoke, the low thrum of conversation suddenly silenced by my dramatic entrance. Dozens of eyes turn toward me, assessing, wary, curious. I've escaped Sorin, but what exactly have I fallen into?

SKYE'S POV The silence that followed the messengers' departure was not the silence of peace, but the heavy, suffocating quiet of a kingdom holding its breath. The main hall of Nighthaven felt cavernous, the air still vibrating with the lingering echoes of the mountain’s rage. I stood on the dais, the ancient book still held against my chest, feeling the texture of the weathered leather beneath my fingertips. It was a weight, yes, but it was a weight I finally felt capable of bearing.

The circle flared black and violet, twisting, alive. From the darkness, a whisper rose: Nex umbraa, kai vel’thra… ix shael. Kai’thai kharuun… kai’thra kai’thai. From shadow, I awaken… I am hers. I am warrior… I am and I become. Then it appeared. Not a simple crow, but something older, warped. Its wings were tattered starlight. Its eyes burned like molten amethyst. It landed on her shoulder. Claiming her. Marking her.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

The "Page White" sky of the North did not dissolve so much as it bled. The vibrant violet and gold of the present began to drain away, replaced by a heavy, monochromatic amber that smelled of old parchment and cold iron. Silas Blackwood felt the transition in his bones, a slow, grinding shift of his reality as the "Golden Threads" of the Reader’s interest pulled him through the floor of the keep and into the marrow of the mountain.

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

I look around and see Grey floating beside me. Grey! I go to swim for him when I’m struck my gold lighting bolts. Grey!! I’m struck over and over. I manage to turn my head to him as he’s being struck too. The both of us are balls of gold light. The pain is even more intense as the first. It feels different. It feels separated. I fight the electric shocks pulsating through my body as I reach for Grey’s hand. I fight a bit more and grab it then the explosion. We’re both deeply arch backwards as the gold light is forced out our bodies in waves through the water.

A loud laughter that echoed through the room left my mouth. “Damn,” I said, wiping laugh-tears off the edges of my eyes. Then it clicked. Those luxury gloves he gifted me. Exactly. Only someone of his caliber could purchase that. Damn… this shit was getting more interesting than I thought. I picked up the book on the seat and…. There it was. I wasn't wrong at all. His name, signed on the big-ass book. Grey Sthor. Confirming my earlier predictions. Nice… And the book was… “Basics of Health.” It was a medical textbook.

“If that is so, why are you bothering with entertaining a discussion with me? Their Light Fay Priestesses are not mine to control, and neither are the angels they are protecting. What I do or do not do has no relevance to you.” “The realm of the earth will be ours, regardless of what you do or do not do.” “And my daughter will make sure that you do not succeed.” End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3)