0 Results in the "Stories" category
-
Chapter
46.Game of Thrones
260 AC, Sunspear Doran Martell gently poked at his brother's cheek and received an unhappy yowl. Oberyn's black eyes glared at him in resentment as his chubby hands tried to slap the offending finger away. He had the same olive skin that all members of House Nymeros Martell boasted, and had a restless streak a mile wide. Smiling despite himself, the Prince of Dorne allowed his hand to be pushed away for a moment. When Oberyn's hands grew tired and fell to his sides, he reached out and gently…-
323.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
46.Falling Darkness, Waning Hope
2nd Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Baelor Hightower, Pyke Like everything else on these accursed Islands, the town of Lordsport was windswept, dreary, and grim. The surroundings were as joyless as the people who called this land home. The only green to be seen was the sickly sort that grew between cracks in the paving or festered upon damp walls. Even the houses were squat and dreary, built of harsh grey rock and mortar that looked as if it would crumble at the first touch. Baelor Hightower had seen…-
449.7 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
45.Shadows in the Cold
260AC, The Isle of Faces The White Bull Life was fragile. From the gallant knights who had seen battle to the humble hunters who made a living in the forest, or even the street rats that fought with mutts for scraps in some city’s gutter, they all knew it. For those who knew how, it took very little to kill a man. With those wounds, no healer within a full day's travel, no medicine, and not even proper shelter, Jon Snow should have been a dead man. That was half the reason Ser Gerold had not…-
323.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
45.Echoes in the Wind
26th of December 1992, SaturdayRon Weasley "He should never have gone without a wand, Molly!" Seeing his father lose his composure was unnerving; he had been worried sick when he picked him up from the Ministry after Damien's father called him. Once he was sure Ron was unharmed, his father simply hugged him and brought him home. For a moment, Ron thought that was the end of it, but that calm was but a storm brewing in his heart once they were home. For once, it was not directed at him. Hearing…-
530.5 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
45.Cloudy Skies
19th Day of the 10th MoonThe Master of Coin Half a moon after the tourney had ended, King's Landing had finally calmed down from the craze, and the streets and inns were no longer overflowing. The evening was approaching, and it took Tyrion an hour to finally find the former Hand. The docks were overflowing with Northmen boarding heavy carracks, the green mermen and the grey direwolf banners proudly fluttering in the wind above. Dozens of prized steeds were brought up to the ship's stables, the noblemen…-
671.1 K • Completed
-
-
1st Day of the 12th Moon, 303 AC Arianne Martell, Winterfell Drey was healing—more like sleeping—in his quarters, and Arianne and her kin had huddled around the hearth. It wasn't that Winterfell's Guest House was poorly built, but that the cold was too fierce. The sprawling wooden building was far from the height of luxury, yet Arianne found it almost endearingly cosy, with thick wooden walls and carved drawings of beasts on every surface not covered by white plaster. She was never more glad…
-
449.7 K • Ongoing
-
-
23rd Day of the 11th Moon, 303 AC The Kingslayer The arrow didn't whistle as ordinary arrows would. In fact, Jaime could barely see a blur that tore through the air with a cracking sound heading his way. Yet even with his fast reflexes, he tensed his body but knew he couldn't avoid it in time. THUNK! A gust of wind slammed into Jaime as his ears kept ringing, and his knees almost gave out. It took all of his strength not to collapse on the ramparts, and by some miracle, his shaking legs did not…
-
449.7 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
44.Of Death and Snow
The Pale Bastard The last few days were dull, but Jon did not drop his guard in the slightest. He even took off the weirwood beads for the first time. His heart skipped a beat, but no whisper came to haunt his thoughts. His mind felt lighter, and after a night of hesitation, he shoved them into his travel pack. The sense of danger in the air grew by the day, and he had his men and squires practice to stay sharp. They stood night watch in shifts of two each night, and Jon regretted not bringing Shadow on…-
323.3 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
44.Glowing Embers
22nd December 1992 (same day) Albus Dumbledore Twice slain, thrice risen, the herald of death shall once again face destiny. It didn't make sense. Twice slain implied the herald of death would be… well, dead. But then again, prophecies rarely made any sense. His meditation sessions had become significantly more effective in suppressing the Death Stick's influence after All Hallows' Eve. Whatever had happened that day had brought a change in the Hallow, and the bloodthirsty artefact had grown…-
530.5 K • Ongoing
-
-
Chapter
44.A Shadow of a Shadow
25th Day of the 9th MoonThe Red Viper The air almost vibrated with excitement in the bustling arena, and the crowd's roar drowned everything else. It was a traditional old-style melee; everyone was on foot, with no groups or teams. The tourney grounds were filled with contestants, but the Red Viper only had eyes for the stout knight clad in heavy, ornate steel with a black manticore painted on his shield. After years of waiting, the gods finally smiled upon him, for Lorch was in the same round. It…-
671.1 K • Completed
-
- Previous 1 … 13 14 15 … 32 Next
