Theon Greyjoy Book Novels & Stories

I felt the screams of the runes, the shatter of ancient chains that had held both our bloodlines hostage. Somewhere in that chaos, I swore I heard my mother’s voice, proud and fierce, whispering, “Now it begins.” The light consumed everything. Walls buckled, the ceiling ripped open, the sigil stones shattered. A sound like thunder split the sky, and Thorne's highest spire cracked clean in two. I caught a flash of Jace turning, his eyes wide with something that almost looked like awe. Then he vanished in the explosion, swallowed by flame and smoke.

Talon’s eyes were focused on something behind me, and I quickly turned to see what he was looking at, thinking it had to be the person that had come to his aid, but there wasn’t anyone behind me but Joffrey. “I think it is time we leave. They will send more men when these ones don’t return.” Joffrey says, but I have the feeling he wasn’t just talking to me. As he begins to pull me towards the door, I stop him, when I spot the grimoire lying on the floor that I had dropped, and I quickly rush over to it, kneeling to pick it up. But as I kneel, a gust of wind softly grazes my face, and the necklace around my neck begins once again to glow, as the fairy I had seen in the bookstore appears, maki

"They will not teach you mercy. I won’t either. But I will teach you love—because love is the thing they fear most. The pen shook only once. Then steadied. She wrote about silence, the language of killers. About the way empires rot from within long before they fall from without. She wrote about the weight of a name. Of survival. Of trust sold at gunpoint. Of brothers lost in smoke and sisters buried beneath blood. This wasn't a lullaby. This was war scripture. The second entry in The Book of Blood. And she meant every word. ~~~~~~~~~~ GHOST MOUTH — DAWN Lorenzo stood barefoot in the tide, shirt open, smoke curling from the end of a thin black cigarillo. Behind him, Roji and Inez oversaw the

Leo was there, his runes glowing with a soft, sunset-orange light. The Fourteen Blood-Lords were gone. The Hunger was gone. But as the sun rose over the Eastern Continent, a single, black-ink crow landed on my shoulder. It didn't have violet eyes. It had Amber eyes. "The Thirteenth Cycle is the Cycle of the Orphan," the crow spoke with my mother’s voice. "But the Fourteenth Cycle... the Fourteenth is where the Sun finally meets the Moon without a shadow." I looked at the Eastern horizon. A massive, golden gate was rising from the mountains.

The clouds are a deep gray like steel shadowing yet another snowy day. *** Our three-day journey comes to an end as we close in on the Horde of Fates. As we get closer to the mountain the snow becomes ever more intense. The snow is becoming so thick it is as though a white fog is settling before my eyes. Into the ice kissed air dances wintry feathers of pure white, a great snowfall that soon gave way to a blizzard as if a sky dam had burst. The cold is so fierce that it nearly froze my scales. "Flavius how are you holding up," I shout.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Cordelia – I grabbed my husband and teleported us to the Redwood Pack grounds. Once we are at the pack, I walk over to the packhouse and find a very flustered gamma trying to run all affairs. I walk up to the Gamma and explain that I am Alexi’s grandmother, a former queen to the throne and my husband was a former King to the throne. I explained that my husband Edward would run the pack until there was an Alpha and a Luna to take back the reigns. I had him call my grandson Alexander 2nd to confirm our identities.

They hissed at me as their fangs extended, and as they did their eyes turned raven black fully completing their transformation. These really were the ultimate weapons, seeing them up close and personal helped me realize why the hunter's council wanted them so badly. They really were outstanding, and I couldn't help but stand there in awe. Distracted by the hybrids in front of me, I hadn't noticed that Kali had left the room. Suddenly the two goons turned and left the room too, closing the door behind them and leaving me alone in a room full of blood and corpses. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor. I didn't want to look around the room, but my eyes wouldn't listen to me as they scanned

Only one thing reassures me: it seems that they lose their power at sunrise. I close my last manual, pick up the pile and I put each book back in its place. My hands are trembling dangerously and my heart rate betrays my anxiety. While putting the last book down, I stay an instant with a hand placed on the edge, thinking. Right now, I have to look for another place to live, and it has to be fast!