Theon Greyjoy Book Novels & Stories

Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there. At this moment, I can't help but feel guilty based on what I know and can't say, because if anyone was to know of the treason spoken by ceciro, who hated the king and always joked about him dying, I will also be suspected, yet, not just that, but Ceciro whom may not have meant his words be sentenced to death. And if, it was any other God, they would take it for treason which it is, but as it is, my flawed nature allows me to joke even at wrong moments, which baffles me, because at this point, anyone c

Grey Grey had always believed an Alpha should never let his people see him despair. Even if he felt it. Even if it consumed him. Even if every instinct screamed that the battle was already lost. An Alpha stood. Until he no longer could. Smoke choked the sky above Stormfang. The scent of burning timber mixed with blood and scorched earth until Grey could scarcely distinguish one from the other. The eastern wall had collapsed. The northern watchtower no longer existed. Three dragons circled overhead while another two tore through the outer districts, setting rooftops ablaze with every sweep of their wings.

He doesn’t move or speak. He holds one of the ancient books Anya brought back from Jareth’s study, calmly flipping a page with long, elegant fingers. Completely unbothered by me watching him, he doesn’t look up at first but he arches a single brow as his eyes scan the texts. Even in the dim light, I catch the faint glow in his grey eyes and the red moon tattoo on the side of his neck. Shit. What is he doing here?

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 1: The Departure The carriage door closed with finality that echoed through her chest like a death knell. Through crystal-clear windows enhanced with court magic far beyond territorial capabilities, she watched Shadoweave's spires fade into pre-dawn mist. Each familiar landmark disappeared with the inexorable permanence of choices that couldn't be unmade.

Terribly wrong. "He's changed," Siron whispered, more to himself. "Since the tomb... he's fighting something inside him." Kit took a deep breath. "You said your mother told you to look for records. We brought this book." He produced a thick book he had managed to grab from the shelf before fleeing. Its cover was worn brown, inscribed with Gothic letters: Die Verlorenen Chroniken von Aethelford (The Lost Chronicles of Aethelford). The Self-Falling Book. When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself.

I was hoping to find the Grimoire here, to make our search easier. I meticulously searched every nook and cranny of the room, finally focusing on the space under the bed. There, hidden yet seemingly placed with purpose, was something extraordinary. "I found it!" I exclaimed in triumph. There, neatly tucked away, was the book - the magical Grimoire. It seemed as if Rafe had deliberately left it for me to find. Thinking back, I remembered the moment Rafe witnessed Aline's death, how it had destabilized him. I understood that his reaction was significantly influenced by the Alpha Oath he had previously taken, a powerful bond that deeply affected him.

Orange Street lights illuminated the bellies of the grey clouds that hung above and in the distance were the lit signs of stores and restaurants. Chloe didn’t recognise the place but something in the back of her mind told her this was a human settlement of some kind. It wasn’t in the same state but was also close enough to share the same kind of weather. The shadows circled around her legs, rubbing their pitch black pelts over Chloe’s naked skin. The fur was as cold as ice but as soft as silk and it tickled her fingers as she Idly reached out to touch them. It were the shadows that coaxed her to follow some invisible path set out just for her. Chloe wasn’t sure how she knew this, but the sha

Lankko closed his eyes and heard the cluck of the chicken against the chirping of the many insects of the forest. "Enjoying your mud bath?" Lankko heard Enzir's voice. He opened his eyes and saw the muddy face and body of his master. Lankko sat up and tried not to laugh at his master's appearance. "What do we do now, Jad Enzir?" he asked. ******* Author's Note Thanks for reading! If you like the story so far, please show your appreciation by leaving a good review and giving this novel a good rating. P.S. If you're interested in horror, check out my other novel also in GoodNovel entitled 'Vampire of the New World'. I also have a paranormal romance novel entitled 'Entice the Moon to Fall'.

High above the desecrated courtyard, a lone black crow watched the scene silently from its perch on the broken pillar, and deep within Nysera's ancient soul, something fundamental finally began to break. End of Chapter 6

I wore simple black training clothes and a pair of thick leather gloves that ran all the way up my forearms. Perched securely on my left arm was Ghost, a magnificent, white snow hawk with talons that could slice through bone and eyes as sharp as frozen ice blades. This ridge was the only place in the entire territory where the heavy motion of the kingdom finally fell silent, where the beast inside my chest could simply exist without needing to growl at a traitor. “You're late,” a deep, rumbling voice echoed from the shadow of the stone mews. Thorne stepped out onto the matching my simple training gear, a second leather gauntlet already strapped to his arm. He didn't offer a stiff, formal bow