The Dragon Queen & Her Bladewolf Chapter 21, a game of thrones fanfic

Man, the last three episodes of Season 5 were really exciting to watch,other than Jon dying which I bet fans were raging about the first time they saw it. Good thing he comes back to life though. I have added all three last episodes of Season 5, so how about that for an ending?

By the way, who wants to see Darksiders crossover stories where my OC, Bladewolf, is the Host for the Four Horsemen? Let me explain, he still has the powers I give him when I created him, add the power of all four Horsemen, he's pretty OP, but most people like OP characters. Anyway, he becomes the Host of the Four Horsemen and is able to use their weapons, armour, horses, powers, and they talk to him, obviously.

Here are a few crossover stories of that I have in mind.

Horseman of the Seven Kingdoms: Darksiders/Game of Thrones crossover. Pairing: Either OC/Harem, or OC/Daenerys.

High School DXD: Host of the Four Horsemen: Darksiders/High School DXD crossover. Pairing: OC/Harem.

The Horseman and the DEAD: Darksiders/Highschool of the DEAD crossover. Pairing: OC/Harem.

The Host of the Horseman: Darksiders/Marvel/DC crossover. Pairing: OC/Harem.

Horseman tail: Darksiders/Fairy Tail crossover. Pairing: OC/Erza

The Horseman and the Olympians: Darksiders/Percy Jackson. Pairing: OC/Harem or OC/Aphrodite/Artemis/Athena.

That's all I have planned, stories nobody has thought of until 1Jesus gave me the idea for a Darksiders/High School DXD crossover with this idea. Those stories will be the makings of a Host of the Horseman series, AU stories all of them, their not joined as one with the OC going from one world and then going to another? No, each story will begin with the OC either meeting the Horsemen and becoming their Vessel, or him falling into a new world.

I know there's going to be those who hate the idea of a OP OC, but that's your opinion, you have the right to have it. As I have the write to write a new story. I don't exactly care if you'll like it or not, but remember, I out precious time into these stories, time I could use for my personal life and I will NOT have anyone say I should get one.

Message end.

Meereen

The Throne room was silent as the married couple stared down at Jorah Mormont and Tyrion Lannister. Apparently, they had been in the fighting pits, according to Daenerys. And as soon as she knew who Tyrion was, she had him brought to the Pyramid to explain why he was here before Daenerys decided if he should die.

George looked at his friend, Tyrion, with a confused look. They had met years ago, during George's first three years in Westeros before he met Daenerys. The two had gotten along so well, you'd think they had known each other their whole life. It indeed had been years since they last saw each other, and Tyrion looked like hell.

"Your Graces-" Jorah began.

"You will not speak." Daenerys cut him off with ruthless efficiency. She then turned her attention to Tyrion. "How do I know you are who you say you are? Aside from my husband knowing you."

"If only I were otherwise." Tyrion spoke softly, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

"If you are Tyrion Lannister, why shouldn't I kill you to pay your family back for what it did to mine?" Daenerys asked, her tone a little friendlier than before.

"You want revenge against the Lannisters?" Tyrion asked before beginning his tale. "I killed my mother, Joanna Lannister, on the day I was born. I killed my father, Tywin Lannister, with a bolt to the heart. I am the greatest Lannister killer of all time."

"So I should welcome you into our service because you murdered members of your own family?" Daenerys asked skeptically.

"I know your husband would welcome it." Tyrion shrugged, while George smirked a little. Daenerys gave him a look and he just shrugged. "Besides, we only just met, Your Grace. It's too soon to know if you deserve my service."

"You do know we have fighting pits and three dragons, either of which you will be out in if you continue being a little mocking, Tyrion." George said firmly but with a amused smirk.

Tyrion rolled his eyes. "Gods' I missed the mercenary you." He took a deep breath and begun his tale. "When I was a young kan, I heard a story of a baby born during the worst storm in living memory. She had no wealth, no lands, no armies, only a name and a handful of supporters, most of whom thought they could use that name to benefit themselves. They kept her alive, moving her from place to place often hours ahead of the men sent to kill her. She was eventually sold off to some warlord on the edge of the world and that appeared to be that. Then a few years later, the most well informed person I knew told me that this girl without wealth, lands, or armies, had somehow acquired all three in a very short span of time, along with 3 dragons and a new husband. He thought she and her husband were our last and best chance to build a better world. When I heard that it was my good friend, George, that was your husband, I thought you'd be worth meeting at the very least." Tyrion finished and the two rulers looked a little impressed.

"And why are you worth meeting? Why should I waste mine and Husband's time listening to you?" Daenerys asked.

"Because neither of you can build a better world on your own." Tyrion explained. "You both have no one at your side who understands the land you both want to rule, the strengths and weaknesses of the houses that will either join you or oppose you."

"We will have a very large army." Daenerys pointed out. "And very large dragons."

"Killing and politics aren't always the same thing." Tyrion shook his head. "When I served as Hand of the King I did quite well with the latter, considering the king in question preferred torturing animals than ruling his people. I could do an even better job advising rulers with the title."

"You wish to advice us then? Very well. What would you have us do with him?" Daenerys looked at Jorah. "I swore I would kill him if he ever returned. Why should the people trust a Queen who cannot keep her promises?"

"I know." Tyrion took a few steps up the stairs but stopped when the Unsullied pointed their spears at him. "Whomever Ser Jorah was when he started informing on you, he is no longer that man. I can't remember ever seeing a sane man as devoted to anything as he is to serving you. He claims he will kill for you and die for you and nothing I ever witnessed gives me reason to doubt him. And yet he did betray you. Did he ever have any opportunity to confess his betrayal?"

"Yes. Many times." Daenerys said, her voice cracking with the pain of Jorah's betrayal.

"And did he?"

"No,not until forced to do so."

Tyrion looked at Jorah before looking at Daenerys as he said. "He worships you. He's in love with you, I think." Daenerys bristled at the comment while George kept his face blank. "But he did not trust you with the truth. An unpleasant truth for sure, but one of great significance to you. He did not trust that you were both wise enough to forgive him."

"So I should kill him?"

"A ruler who kills those devoted to her is not a ruler who inspires devotion." Tyrion began. "But you both are going to have to inspire devotion and a lot of it, if you're ever going to rule across the Narrow Sea. But you cannot have him buy your side when you do."

"Remove Ser Jorah from the city." Daenerys ordered, and two of the Unsullied did as she command and removed him from the pyramid then the city. "We will talk tomorrow, it's been a long day." With that's she grabbed George's hand and led him to their chambers, but not before George said.

"You know Tyrion, I've always wondered what you would look like with a beard." Tyrion gave him an almost insulted face while Daenerys tried to keep a smile from coming onto her lips. (AN: Thank you mpowers045 for giving me that line to use)

Hardhome

It took them about a week to reach their destination. Bloodwolf stayed behind on one of Stannis' ships while Jon, Tormund, and the others went to go speak with the wildlings. So to pass the time, Bloodwolf sang a few songs because he was bored. He was in his cabin singing Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold, he and George listened to those songs a lot.

(AN: This isn't a song chapter, he's bored and I wasn't wanting him to go to the meeting. The singing is to pass the time.)

"Dragged ya down below

Down to the devil's show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never
Hate to twist your mind
But God ain't on your side
An old acquaintance severed
Burn the world your last endeavor

Flesh is burning
You can smell it in the air
'Cause men like you have
Such easy soul to steal (steal)
So stand in line while
They ink numbers in your head
You're now a slave
Until the end of time here
Nothing stops the madness,
Turning, haunting, yearning
Pull the trigger

You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare

Can't wake up in a sweat
'Cause it ain't over yet
Still dancing with your demons
Victim of your own creation
Beyond the will to fight
Where all that's wrong is right
Where hate don't need a reason
Loathing self-assassination

You've been lied to
Just to rape you of your site
And now they have the nerve
To tell you how to feel (feel)

So sedated as they
Medicate your brain
And while you slowly
Go insane they tell ya
"Given with the best intentions
Help you with your complications"

You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah
Oh, it's your fuckin' nightmare

Fight
Not to fail
Not to fall
Or you'll end up like the others

Die
Die again
Drenched in sin
With no respect for another

Down
Feel the fire (fire)
Feel the hate
Your pain is what we desire

Lost
Hit the wall (wall)
Watch you crawl (crawl)
Such a replaceable liar

And I know you hear their voices (calling from above)
And I know they may seem real (these signals of love)
But our life's made up of choices (some without appeal)
They took for granted your soul
And it's ours now to steal

You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
No one to call
Everybody to fear
Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare"

After he finished the song, Bloodwolf stood and looked out the window, seeing nothing unusual happen at camp. So, he decided another song to pass the time, and he likes Vengeful ones.

"He is observing the chaos, taking in the lack of raw humanity
It's as if the entire world's fallen in love with their insanity
Hear the innocent voices scream
As their tormentors laugh through all of it
No forgiveness from all I've seen
The degradation I cannot forget

So sleep soundly in your beds tonight
For judgement falls upon you at first light

I'm the hand of God
I'm the dark messiah
I'm the vengeful one
(Look inside and see what you're becoming)
In the blackest moment of a dying world
What have you become
(Look inside and see what you're becoming)

As the violence surges
And the teeming masses have been terrorized
The human predators all gone mad
Are reaping profits born from their demise
The rabid media plays their roles
Stoking the flames of war to no surprise
Only too eager to sell their souls
For the apocalypse must be televised

So sleep soundly in your beds tonight
For judgement falls upon you at first light

When you die
You'll know why
For you cannot be saved
With all the world enslaved
When you die
You'll know why

You'll die
You'll know why
For you cannot be saved
This world is too depraved
When you die
You'll know why

Sighing, Bloodwolf decided to go to the helm, when he got outside he saw a very big wind picking up, along with wildlings on boats approaching the ships. He frowned and narrowed his eyes before they widened when he saw something.

The White Walkers had come.

Jumping right into the water, Bloodwolf swam towards the shore as fast as he could, making sure to not hit the boats. He got there in time to see the wights attacking, some getting over the wall. He looked at where he saw Jon and saw him getting attacked by a Walker with white hair. Charging, Bloodwolf deployed his blade as the Walked raised his spear to kill Jon.

Bloodwolf jumped in with a yell and blocked the spear as it came down, the Walker General looked at Bloodwolf in, what he assumed, shock and surprise while Bloodwolf glared coldly at it. "Don't hit my friends." He told it coldly before pushing it away onto it's back. He fired a shot from his left fusion cannon, getting a direct hit in the Walker's left arm before he charged and slashed the bustard's head offs the body turning to white particles of dust afterwards. Bloodwolf then looked at Jon as he walked over to help him. "You alright?" He asked, pulling Jon to his feet.

"Aye." Jon nodded as he couched before picking up Longclaw. Bloodwolf grabbed him and moved for the boats as Edd ran up to them to help Jon. They saw the wooden gate and wall get barged down as thousands more wights came through to attack.

"We need to get the fuck out of here, those fuckers are running us down." Bloodwolf said before they all ran for the pier, Tormund and a big giant with them. They reached the pier and Bloodwolf turned around to unleash a wave of fire from both his hands, the wights caught in it burned as the rest backed off, realizing an enemy had the advantage. "Don't like that, do ya fuckers?!" With that, Bloodwolf got onto the boat and they rowed away as they could.

They stopped when a new Walker stepped forward, the fire seeming to die down as he walked over it. This was was way different, it had spikes resembling a crown in it's head. Bloodwolf knew this was the king of the Walkers. He stared into the Walker King's eyes and the Walker stared right back. It then raised it's arms and everyone on the boat watched as the dead came back as one of the Walkers now. "Let's get out of here, they won this fight."

Jon nodded and they rowed faster towards the ships, Bloodwolf keeping his stare on the King of the White Walkers. Bloodwolf had now seen them, they were indeed a big threat, one that needed to be destroyed if they can unite the whole fucking world.

Castle Black

It took them a few days to get back to Castle Black with the Wildings that were saved from the Walker attack. The gate didn't open for a few minutes before eventually it did. When they were inside, watching the wildings go through Castle Black, Jon looked at Bloodwolf.

"Go with them." He said, at Bloodwolf's look he explained. "I want someone I trust to protect them alongside Tormund. You don't have a vow holding you here or anything, that's why I trust you to go now, with them, protect them."

"Are you sure?" Bloodwolf asked. Jon nodded. Bloodwolf sighed before extending his hand out, which Jon shook and the two had a brotherly hug, when they broke the hug Bloodwolf said. "I'll see you around then, Lord Commander." He fell Into the wildling line as Tormund passed with his daughters. "Alright, Tormund, looks like you'll be getting someone to help." Tormund smirked and shook his head as they walked out of Castle Black.

Bloodwolf had no idea that Jon would end up dying thanks to a mutiny.

Meereen

"What do you mean I can't come down?" George asked his wife as she got ready for her day. It's been three days since Tyrion joined their services as the adviser of the king and queen. George current laid atop their bed with his upper body exposed, bandages covering a few of the wounds inflicted upon him by the Harpys. Daenerys was currently putting on her dress for the days she was going down to the coliseum for the final rounds of the fighting pits.

"You are still recovering, my love." Daenerys told him. "I don't want you to push it."

"What about you?" George asked as he sat up. "What if those masked bastards attack and I'm not there to defend my wife?"

Daenerys turned back to him and sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on his cheek as she smiled lovingly at him. "I'll be fine, my husband. You trained me to fight, after all. Tomorrow you can join me, for now stay here." She leaned down and kissed him. "Loo after Daemon while I'm gone."

George nodded with a sigh. "Alright, you be careful."

"I will." Daenerys nodded before giving him one final kiss before leaving.

Later that day

George was in the throne room when Tyrion, Jorah, and Daario came in to explain what happened at the fighting pits.

"You lost her?!" George yelled after they told him Drogon flew off with Daenerys on his back.

"We didn't exactly loose her-" Tyrion began but George's glare silenced him.

"Where is she?" George asked firmly.

"We don't know." Daario said, getting the glare directed at him.

George sighed and ran a hand down his face. He knew he should have went, the Harpys dared attack his wife and try killing her, and now he's lost her and Drogon. Seems he had sensed his mother in danger and went to safe her.

"Tyrion, your in charge until I get back." George said as he was about to stand and go find Daenerys when Daario spoke.

"Wrong? Jorah and I will go get her. The people don't know Tyrion, but they do know you." He pointed out.

"We'll bring her back, I promise." Jorah said.

George sighed and nodded. "I'll hold you to that." He said.

Later on, George and Tyrion stood on a balcony watching Jorah and Daario ride away from Meereen. "This city will tear itself apart now that the queen is gone. They'll try something now that the King's the only one ruling." George sighed, he's been doing that a lot.

"Then it appears we have our work cut out for us." Tyrion replied

"Hello old friend." The two turned to see a bold man in robes approaching them. He seemed to know Tyrion.

"Ah Varys, may I introduce the king, George-"

"George Edwards Targaryen, I know." Varys cut Tyrion off before bowing. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace. I am Varys."

George nodded. "How did you get here?" He asked curiously.

"The birds sing in the west, and the birds sing in the east. One only needs to know when to listen." Varys replied. "They tell me you already found favour with the mother and father of Dragons."

"Well, she didn't kill him, sot that's something." George shrugged as Tyrion gave him a look of annoyance. "I need to keep this city on it's feet while she's gone. Jorah and Daario have gone to bring her back."

"Well then, my king, I will help you." Varys said as he lead George back into the Pyramid.

Sorry if that was all rushed, but I was really, REALLY wanting this chapter over with. Anyway, that's season 5, season 6 will be one big chapter because I have an idea.

Also tell me what you think of the Host of the Horsemen Darksiders ideas.