Westeros Novels & Stories

“We are the same age, exactly the same age… I am not a fossil.” “Mom said a fossil can be ‘a markedly outdated or old-fashioned person or thing,’” I say, smiling that I got it right. If I got it right on quiz night, then Mom would take me out on her wolf for a run. “So, that means that you are a fossil. A Fossil Dad.” “I need new children.” I watch with wide eyes as we get closer and closer to the pack’s armory. Jace said it was the place where all the pack’s weapons were, the one that had the best weapons for the strongest warriors in the pack. He said those types of warriors were called Specialists. Maybe that’s why the building was so big, to fit them all inside.

Bloodlines of the east. Then she stopped. Tucked between two massive books, almost hidden, was a thick book. Black leather. No title on the spine but it drew her attention. The cover was stamped in silver foil: a wolf wreathed in flame, a crown floating above its head. Underneath, In faded script: The west kingdom:a place of fire, control and purity. Hazel's breath caught. The mark on her wrist warmed. She opened the cover And a feeling overwhelmed her like a Warmth.

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

“Whatever you know for your mother, remember? Better start talking.” She inhales a shaky breath and sits down. “The vampire lord's name is Dario Vitale. He's ruthless, fearless, reigns over three kingdoms because he's constantly waging war against tiny villages owned by witches. Some people say they've never seen him, and others who have described him as a young man whose beauty can make you sin.” I cross my leg, tapping my fingers against my thigh as I stare at her. “And the kingdoms he rules, what are their names?”

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

The reason she still needs to live is important. "I didn't know it was really beautiful here; the south was modernized just as humans are progressing into a digital era; the north was a very small portion of this world torn between classic and modern, while the west was known in empires, which I heard you already burned down the castles built by clans," said Sera, whom Raenerys looked up to. She doesn't like how her sister sounds like she's enjoying this visit. Let's see if she can still be that enthusiastic when they get inside.

Right after Hannah got her arm treated, one of her men came up with the burning question. With furrowed brows, Hannah said, “The Nether Viper Sword is the honor and glory of the organization. We cannot let it leave our possession. We have to contact the director and let her know. Kaze Lee is too strong, we can’t get it back on our own…” … The West State, similar to Midstate, was an administrative area governed by higher authorities than the South River, Butterworth, and other smaller states. The capital of the West State was known as Westeros, a metropolis.

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

If you do, please drop a note in the comments. If you are new, this author can give you a brief explanation (spoilers-free) about AR Were World: Although the story takes place in Great Britain and you might see London being mentioned, the place itself is completely fictitious. The land is divided into 5 regions: the Center (for humans and everyone else, it’s a natural territory), the North (territory belonged to the Ethereal under Alpha Cromwell - werewolf billionaire pack), the South (territory belonged to the Erebus under Alpha Leonidas - werewolf mafia pack), the West (territory belonged to the Night Walkers under Alpha Damien Sinclair - ancient werewolf), and the East (territory belonged