Romans & histoires Which Games Of Thrones House Am I

When the doors opened, I stepped into a penthouse I didn’t recognise but immediately understood. This was not a home. This was a war room disguised as architecture. And they were already waiting. My father stood up first. He saw me and moved before anything else could. There was no hesitation.., he closed the distance as his arms around me. I felt it before I could stop it—the collapse in my chest that had been held back for too long. “You’re here,” he said. I nodded against him as Natasha appeared next. She didn’t even try to speak at first.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

“I was a guardian once. A keeper of the throne’s will.” Rael’s grip tightened on the book. “You’re saying you served the throne?” “I was bound to it,” Vame corrected. “As all who take the Hollow Crown must be.” Silence. Myrra’s expression darkened. “So you’re telling us someone actually wore it?” Vame’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Once.” Rael flipped through the book, scanning the changing pages. His pulse quickened as he found a new passage, the ink shifting before his eyes.

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

I must have gone as white as a sheet because Draaven leans back into his seat, an eyebrow raised in satisfaction. "What are you talking about?". I whisper. "Why don't you tell me? Who is Tyrion and why is there a pendant with his name in my household?". I glance at my family in confusion. My mum's brows are furrowed in confusion too and looking at her, I can tell that she's just as surprised as I am. That leaves one person. Jade is pale as a sheet and she stares forward stonily as my eyes fix on her. She has something to do with this. What's going on? I'll figure that out later. I turn back to Draaven.

Maybe this is how it's meant to be. I have nothing now, no kingdom, no home and no allies. I was never meant to be human. Death is approaching, holding it's arms out to welcome me. No, I can't go. What's to become of my people? What's to become of all species, under the reign of the serpentine? ...... (Thorne's point of view) In a large greeting room within, what they call the 'penthouse'. The rag tag 3 sit, glaring at me. "Why are you even here, you're not welcome" The serious one asks. "Where is she?" I respond. They all stay silent.

He reiterated my exact words defensively. "Do you not realize the implication of that? You've been in mermaid waters before." The only sound now was from Philip. Then I choked. "What?" I was the most curious. I mean, I had to be. I had almost no idea about myself so every little thing I discovered made me feel better. The scales on my back was on the list of things Tiberius and I kept from the council. And trust me, there was more. "You've been in mermaid waters." She repeated. "At some point in your life, you lived or visited mermaid waters so your blood automatically qualifies as antidote since you have a touch of mermaid."

“His name is Edmond Michael,” Janeka said, mimicking her mother. “The most powerful warlock. He who destroys and takes life as though it were his creation.” “We’re here.” Freya said interrupting the girls who were busy giggling at the impersonation. They had just moved into Weston Hills, a whole new environment and a fresh start. As Hayley pulled her bags out of the trunk she looked over at the house. A middle-class convenient structure with a lush green lawn and daisy bushes that hugged the white picket fence around it which opened up to the stone path leading straight to the front door, it was the limit to Freya’s savings from her part-time job, not much but Hayley had a feeling she was go

“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.

I still didn't understand what she was trying to say. Three months ago, i–or we in particular, got a video from an anonymous sender. It was a partially blurred video of a place in Golden City, called Mount Olympia. It had a slight description written : 'Mount Olympia, Home of gods on Earth, House of Zeus. I definitely wanted to ignore the video, since I couldn't believe a mansion on a mountain was home to gods, most especially, Zeus. But, Zara insisted we upload it, to be sure of it's source, and how legit it was.