Theon Greyjoy Book Novels & Stories

Sunday arrived with actual sunlight, which felt like poor timing. The island looked different in it, the black sand beach below the cliffs turned bronze, the stone walls of the academy lost their severity, the Atlantic shifted from its usual grey-green threat into something almost forgiving. Nora stood at the window of the east common room with her second coffee and looked at all of it and thought about Monday morning and an unstaffed academic wing and a manuscript sitting in a restricted section with thirty hours left before it disappeared into a High Court archive forever.

Gwen shouts, sprinting in the opposite direction. Being in my larger dragon form, it takes me a moment to maneuver around to face her. By the time I am face to face with Gwen, I see she has picked up a stray sword from the ground and has already pierced Prince Geoffrey. Geoffrey’s hands that were placed on Gwen’s shoulders trying to stop her leaving fall limp at his sides as he crumples to the ground.

"I hope you understand the level of trust we're bestowing." They were silent a beat before Brady cleared his throat. "May I?" He gestured to the book. She glanced at Fiona for approval, then nodded. Kaida met him at the stand. The book was leather-bound and had a trinity knot etched on the cover. It was at least six inches thick and the uneven papers were aged to a cream color. Carefully, she opened it and found a pentagram on the first page, along with the name "Galloway" written in quill ink.

POV: Vaelor The rain was coming down in thick, grey sheets by the time we reached the gorge of the Ironclaws, and the sound of the river rushing hundreds of feet below the Stone Bridge was a constant, low roar that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. I could feel Ilyra’s exhaustion through the bond, her footsteps heavy and uneven behind me, but we couldn't stop because the scent of the Unspoken was still lingering in the air behind us and the only way forward was across the massive span of rock that guarded the southern pass. As we rounded the final bend in the trail, I saw the torches flickering on the far side of the bridge, and my heart sank when I saw the silhouette of Krell, the Ir

Grey was surprised to see Ares trying to steady himself against the side of the wardrobe. Ares' memories unfolded before his eyes. Keyara calling him "Gi." A name Ares initially thought was a term for Keyara's older brother until he later discovered that Keyara was the firstborn. Were there other Gi's besides himself? Ares had just now thought about it. However, the newly revealed truth formed a new reality for him. In Keyara's life, there were two Gi's. The first was Grey, and the second was himself. Realizing this simple fact somehow ignited anger within Ares. He then raised his hand, which was holding the weapon all this time.

Little by little the small branches and thick logs that made the pyre started to shift around. A gasp left my mouth when a black arm jutted out, tossing them to the wayside and pulled a charred looking body out. The figure emerged the rest of the way and stepped gently onto the soil. Two pointed black horns stuck out of a mop of chocolate brown hair that started to appear when they began shaking off the soot. Gideon.

And in his voice I heard something I wasn’t ready to believe Hope --- We crossed the gorge by nightfall and found the old ruins buried in vines The temple Not built Grown Out of grief Out of bone My flame dimmed the moment I stepped inside And something deeper woke up Soren whispered behind me “We’re being watched” But I didn’t need the warning Because the door ahead opened without touch And a voice echoed through the chamber “Elixir child of stolen blood forged in fire unclaimed by fate You have returned” I raised my hand fire curling around my fingers

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

"And before I forget, if a thing doesn't linger in your brain for about 5 seconds, the caster cannot hear it. Atleast that was the record of the fastest reader I've known." Right now, I am so much sure about one thing, indeed, I am the reason why Ruka reacted like that. The girl didn't like me and I insulted her even more. Did I just sign myself into a death wish? Will she come for me later? Maybe at midnight? My own thoughts were scarying me more that I'm already was. "And lastly, the decendants of Meniah. Red-eyed kierikos who can transform themselves into wild creatures." I looked at him closely, he had those kind of eyes. I patiently waited for him to fill me with details but he didn't s

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?