Hey this is a suprise drop . On the occasion of my first paycheck. It wasn't supposed to drop this early but I wanted to convey my gratefulness. It won't be regular update but do tell me your thoughts on this .I don't have many Chapters in stock written for this so don't expect a daily upload for this book.
**Chapter 1 – Artos Stark**<...
Chapter 71 – "Hour of the wolf"
Second Sons Camp – Outside Volantis
"What do we do?" Prendahl asked, his voice low and wary as he looked over the latest report.
"Are we really that afraid of a man we outnumber nearly three to one?" Daario Naharis scoffed, arms crossed, confidence oozing from every gesture.
"You do...
Chapter 70 – The Second Sons War Camp
The banners of the Second Sons flapped lazily in the warm Essosi breeze. In the center of their camp, Mero — the self-styled Titan's Bastard — stood over a table littered with maps and wine cups. His armor gleamed, heavy with gold embellishments, as he watched his men march and spar beyond the t...
Chapter 69–"Wolf of The Ruins"
The heavy doors of the war room closed with a thud behind them. Candles flickered across the old maps spread over the oak table, inked with battle lines, ports, and mercantile routes of Essos.
Cregan Stark stood beside Edwyle Snow, his cousin and Commander of the Company of the Rose. The air was thi...
Chapter 68 – "Wolves and Roses"
The sea rocked gently beneath the hull, but inside the captain's chamber, there was only warmth — and quiet breath.
Cregan Stark sat with his back against the cabin wall, bare-chested, his black hair tousled from battle and sleep alike. Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene Sand lay beside him in a tangled s...
Chapter 67 – "Mother of Dragons"
Daenerys Targaryen POV
Daenerys Targaryen had been twenty years old when she was sold like chattel across the Narrow Sea — silver hair brushed, violet eyes studied like precious gems, paraded before Khal Drogo like a broodmare. Her brother Viserys had called it a bargain. A crown for a queen's b...
Chapter66-"Rejection"
The wind blew cold and steady across the docks of White Harbor, tugging at cloaks and whipping across the sails of ships preparing for the long voyage across the Narrow Sea. Seagulls cried overhead. Salt hung in the air, mixing with the smell of pinewood, wet rope, and the sea.
Cregan Stark stood at the edge o...
Chapter 65 – "Greyjoy in the Wolf's Den"
POV: Theon Greyjoy
Winterfell.
The name always stirred a complex mess in Theon Greyjoy's gut — a mix of contempt, comfort, and resentment. The cold halls, the grey stones, the smell of pine and snow — they were all too familiar. He'd been living here since he was a boy of ten, a...
Chapter 64 – Storms on the Horizon
The wind cut across the moors as Jon Snow rode hard, the white direwolf Ghost gliding silently through the snow beside him. Nymeria Sand, sharp-eyed and ever watchful, kept pace easily atop her swift desert mare.
Behind them rode the small escort that had found them at the edge of the Neck — m...
Chapter 63 – "A Blade in the Shadows"
The flickering candles in the Tower of the Hand cast long shadows across the stone walls, dancing like whispers of secrets too dangerous to speak aloud. Petyr Baelish, Master of Coin — and master of quiet daggers — lounged near the hearth, swirling a goblet of Arbor gold as if he hadn't a care i...
Ch62-"Robb locks up Cregan"
King's Landing – The Queen's Chambers
The sun poured through the stained glass windows of the Red Keep, casting crimson light on the marbled floor — like blood spilled across the stone.
But Cersei Lannister was already boiling with rage.
Her voice echoed sharply through the room.
"Th...
Chapter 61 – "Letters, Lies, and Shadows"
The cold wind bit through the still air of Winterfell as Lord Eddard Stark stood by the open window in his solar, the parchment still clenched tightly in his hand. The seal of the Hand of the King — broken. The contents of the letter weighed heavier than the snow piling up beyond the walls.
Ch 60.- " Rats in the north"
In the Frosthall
Cregan got up from his bed and see three naked snakes in his room . He smiled and remembers the events of last night.
With great satisfaction he wake up the three from their sleep .
All three woke and remembered the events and got red but Obara and Tyene quickly recovere...
NSFW in this chapter. Probably won't be good but thought it is necessary as this the Game of thrones world . it will be bad English and grammar as Ai won't correct and edit the NSFW content. Just ignore the NSFW CONTENT IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. It's just in the end
Chapter 59 – Alliances
The clang of steel echoed t...
Chapter 58 – " Snakes and Wolves"
Snowflakes had begun to lighten, but the cold still clung to the bones of Frosthall as if winter itself refused to leave. The gates stood tall, vigilant, when the riders from Dorne arrived — sun-born warriors entering a land of snow.
Their horses were lean and swift, their eyes sharper still. O...
Chapter 57 – The Wolf's House and the Pack Reunites
Snowflakes danced over Frosthall like feathered ghosts as the castle came to life with warmth, laughter, and chaos. The gates had opened for the Stark family, and for the first time in years, all of Cregan Stark's siblings were gathered beneath one roof.
He had been waiting in t...
Chapter 56 –" Steel and Siblings"
Frosthall, Morning
Snowfall whispered over the rooftops of Frosthall, drifting in thick, soft curtains from the grey sky above. The forge fires hissed against the cold, and smoke rose in elegant plumes. Within the main hall, Cregan Stark stood reviewing reports with Jon when the heavy doors creak...
Chapter 55 –"Loyalty"
The Kingsroad wound like a white serpent through the icy wilderness. Snow fell in gentle veils, blanketing trees, stones, and silence. Samwell Tarly rode huddled in his cloak, his nose red from cold, fingers numb despite the fur gloves. The Tarly banner fluttered weakly behind him, damp and wind-whipped, as his sma...
Chapter 54 – Storms in the Sand and Snow
The winds of change did not howl — they whispered. They slithered through the shadowed halls of Frosthall and danced over the sun-bleached towers of Sunspear. They stirred the hearts of lords, soldiers, and spies alike. Westeros, caught in a brief breath between wars and wrath, was shifting. Qu...
Chapter 53 – "Wolves of the Woods"
The morning was bright but cool as Oberyn Martell prepared to leave the North. The winds carried a crisp scent of pine and frost as his retinue loaded the last of their belongings. The Martell banners fluttered in the breeze, crimson and gold against the stark blue sky.
Cregan Stark stood at the...
Chapter 52 – "Shifting Tides"
In the Reach: A Father's Decision
The golden fields of the Reach basked in summer's warmth, but in Horn Hill, the halls were colder than ever.
Randyll Tarly, Lord of House Tarly and bannerman to House Tyrell, sat in his solar clad in polished armor, staring at reports of the recent events in K...
Chapter 51 – "The Cloaks Walk North"
A City's Whisper
The alley behind the barracks was dim, the scent of damp straw and old steel hanging in the air. A group of City Watchmen leaned against the cold stone, voices hushed but heavy.
"They took Hal out back yesterday," muttered one. "Made him clean the lion banners with his ...
Chapter 50 – "Swords and Sand"
The sun was cold over Frosthall, the light casting long shadows across the snow-swept courtyards. Winter had not yet come in full, but its fingers reached further each day. Cregan Stark stood atop the battlements, cloak wrapped around him, hair tousled by the wind. Before him, a raven took flight, the lat...
Chapter 49 – "The Quiet Rebellion"
King's Landing had never felt so tense. Though the Dragonpit had been scrubbed clean, the blood of the Mountain seemed to stain the stones still. The echoes of the crowd's chants — "Bloody Wolf! Bloody Wolf!" — rang in the minds of many. Yet the aftermath of Cregan Stark's savage victory did not in...
Chapter 48 – "Lions Fury"
The smoke from the trial still lingered in the air above King's Landing, curling through the streets like a spirit refusing to pass on. But it was not just the air that remained tense—it was the realm itself. The Bloody Wolf, they called him now. Cregan Stark. The man who butchered the Mountain in front of th...
Chapter 47 – "Ashes and Echoes"
The sun rose over King's Landing with an eerie stillness, as if even the wind dared not stir the ashes of what had transpired. The Dragonpit, once home to fire-breathing beasts, now bore the mark of something far more terrifying: the wrath of the North.
They would speak of it for generations. The d...
Chapter 46 – "The Bloody Wolf"
The sun hung like a burning eye above the Dragonpit, casting long, crimson shadows across the blood-soaked sand. A heavy hush gripped the thousands packed into the broken stone seats. Nobles and smallfolk alike leaned forward, holding their breath. Every soul present knew they would remember this day for t...
Chapter 45 – "A Trial of Monsters and Men"
The sun had barely risen when King's Landing stirred as if waking from a restless nightmare. But this day was not for merchants or prayers. This day belonged to blood, steel, and spectacle.
Every corner of the city buzzed with talk. Every tongue wagged with rumor, awe, and fear. The Drag...
Chapter 44 – "The Wolf's Challenge"
The air in the Red Keep grew heavier with each passing hour. The city braced for answers, but none came. Rumors whispered through the streets, from the shadowed alleys of Flea Bottom to the marble halls of the great houses.
But inside the Tower of the Hand, something sharper than rumor simmered...
Chapter 43 – "Even the quiet wolf loses his shit"
The wind over King's Landing turned heavy and still, as though the very air held its breath.
To the west, a thunder of banners and armor rolled toward the city—ten thousand strong. The Lannister host had arrived, a sea of crimson and gold glinting beneath the summer sun. At its ...