Game Of Thrones Fanfic: Lycan

Doubts about the future are undoubtedly terrible, William began to think of a quick way to prevent events, he needed to avoid tragedies, but he also needed war to occur.

It was inevitable that he would want to be a part of the events to come, but he should be careful.

The things William wanted came from his ambition, the immeasurable will to be great, more than he ever was. He needed the war to make the North independent, with the right adjustments, King's Landing would fall into the hands of a new monarch.

Keeping the North strong for the next events was indispensable, William knew he needed to speed up his plans, the time to stay in the North was coming to an end, some journeys had to be made.

Even when he wasn't with the Starks, he needed to make sure that none of them would be harmed.

William could be ambitious, but in no way would he be cruel to his family.

Knowing about the difficulty of convincing Ned not to go south, the measures taken were supposed to be remedial, the time for prevention was running out, perhaps a long time had passed.

Maybe turning the whole family into Lycans, but the question was how? He was sure that a single bite was not enough, for when he hunted last night, his prey ran for a long time and showed no sign or smell of change.

Thinking about the possible ways he could infect others the most likely chances were for his blood, maybe his blood was the way out, but there was a chance it wasn't, it might not be something like a virus.

If he could not transmit lycanthropy through his blood the answer might be through some ritual, searching the library could help.

He knew how to make others like him, but he didn't know how yet.

Even if Ned goes to King's Landing, he won't be killed until the King dies, and that would probably take about two years less.

William didn't know if he could figure out how to transmit lycanthropy before Ned left, but he would warn his uncle not to confront those who lived in lies with the truth, for that's what led to his death, his inability to use intrigue.

When Jon chose his fate, going to the Night Guard, William planned to go out and go with his cousin, some advice needed to be given. He also needed to warn Robb that the Boltons are snakes and the Freys should always be avoided.

But even with all these measures, William knew that only his family's attention would be on the alert, not necessarily avoiding events.

Fortunately, there were a few years to prepare, he had a short time, but still enabled him to create his own strength.

Using his own strength things would be the way he wished them to be. However, until he got all his cards, all his assets, he needed to be fast, he could not waste time.

William had to be careful, for in this world death often comes by the name of betrayal, outside his family he could count on almost no one else.

In a short period of two years his claws needed to be sharp, not deadly, not yet, but he had to be ready.

If he could make them deadly? Good, that would be the best possible scenario.

The first step was to try to be friends with Tyrion, who besides having a strong personality was smart, an excellent ally to get, even if at that moment he was not ready things would make them stay.

Before leaving Jon, he needed to remember that the savages were people too and for him to be careful with the crows. Even if William was to take Jon's lead in the events that would happen, Jon would still be very important in the North.

The whole North needed to be strong, there were beings beyond the wall who were not human and who possessed an unimaginable capacity for destruction.

William then planned to travel to King's Landing to see his uncle and after that he would go to Braavos, where his first steps would be taken.

Thinking of some plans, William managed to calm down, everything should work out.

As he tried on the clothes that had been separated for him, William realized that the young maidservants were staring at him, on their red faces the look was flirtatious, discreet, but there was attraction.

William knew he was attractive, but even so, he wondered if it was too lethal for these young women.

His pale skin made his blue heavenly eyes captivating, his young face already showed a lupine look of an irresistible future man, but even so, he was just a boy who was slowly approaching the age of 15, too young to be lethal for the ladies, no?

With his black hair caught in the same style as Gerald von Rivia and a body that was gaining every day, more of the manhood that the Lycan alpha should have, William was undoubtedly handsome.

Leaving his fleeting thoughts aside, William proves the last separate set to him.

The sun was present today, a sky without a cloud, funny to think that some people could see in a sky the things that were to happen in the future, but that sky showed nothing, yet it was undeniable that the winds of a storm had arrived.

Side by side all the Starks were present, in front was Ned next to Catelyn, around were some noblemen and important people from the North.

The Stark soldiers waited in two rows, leaving a passage in the middle, a solemn act to respect the arriving nobles.

From the entrance of Winterfell, some carriages entered accompanied by soldiers, was the King's entourage, arrived, slowly and proudly.

The chariots stopped in an orderly fashion when one of the chariots opened, an obese man came out limping, he was surrounded by a guard and accompanied by a blonde woman, it was Robert Baratheon, King of the Angels, the Roinars and the First Men; Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms.

But the only thing William saw there was not a King, nor near one, but a drunkard who had no will to live except inside the brothels, did nothing but lie with the whores and far from the brothels ate and drank until he died, however, in the end he was betrayed to the point that he had no legitimate heir, only bastards, a sad and hopeless man destined to die in an inglorious manner.

Even if he was sad, William did not care, this man was a king after all, he walked the path he d.e.s.i.r.ed, the consequences were these.

What happened there was quick, just an act of formality. What followed, William didn't know, but he had an idea, Robert and Ned should go to the crypts.

Even with the end of the formalities, William wasn't free yet, he couldn't do what he wanted.

Without much choice, William went to the library.

It was hard to find any book that had in its title something straightforward like Ritual, you could expect a long search. Beginning with the history books, William returned to the tales of the First Men, at that time small quotes about rituals made at the time were recorded.

Using these books, William began to look for more specific books, some of which had a few pages devoted to ancient religions and cults, but they were just historical accounts.

Looking back over time, William realizes that he did not have much time left before the festivities began. With the lack of time the only thing he could do at that time was to separate some books and leave them somewhere that was easy to pick up later.

After the banquet in William's room I continue reading the books.

'I may have to cross the Wall,' William came to a conclusion while closing a book.