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Game Of Thrones FANFIC: Lycan

A man was reborn in GOT and received the Corvinus Bloodline and the fate of the Lycan. Reborn in Stark House A junction of the world and plot of Game of Thrones, with elements coming from elsewhere, especially the Underworld; however, the form and power of Lycan in this story will be new, and new limits will be delimited. I am not the original author; all credits go to Inglorius End. His English is not that good, so I just corrected his grammar. I will definitely continue this great fanfic if this proofread fanfic has enough traction. I wish to take this fiction further than the original author did, who stopped at chapter 45.

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New Horizons chapter 15

Anxiety is a strangely important thing at times when new experiences begin to appear on the horizon or even just ahead of you. This feeling engages you from the beginning. When you have no experience, anxiety turns out to be your greatest executioner.

With a bit of bad luck, fear can pervade your soul for a long time, but if you can face it when there is a second moment that you need to face it, it will be so much easier.

William in all this new life inevitably had to face this feeling several times; at times he failed, but with perseverance, he kept walking. After all, there are not many beings in the world who know about the future. Stay drifted so that things happen as they should, as others choose to happen.

In many moments, the desire to leave the bonds that kept him in the way of the tragedy was big, and with a little irresponsibility, he ran for an adventure, a means to escape, a means to pretend it was the only way to do something in this world.

But William had long managed to overcome many of the limits imposed on him by fear and was no longer guided by anxiety; things were good now. Mainly because he had accepted his family and lived like a damn normal human, no longer a mere spectator who, luckily or unlucky, ended up in such a magical place.

Even in all his inexperience, well, there are not many of those who can say much that they had an experience of what he went through, but in the ensuing moments, all the choices he made, he didn't regret them.

Even as a novice in such a cruel, demonstrably cruel world, William was convinced to live, but not merely as an experience but as an accomplishment; his dreams were at his fingertips, fate enabled him, and choices only guided him. This moment that approached every minute was his rightfully

Some people may live for life or for some pleasure; others may truly pursue their dreams; but how many are really satisfied with their choices?

The great people often became who they were by luck, lucky to be born in the right family, in the right place, and to meet the right people. But there were those who truly were great by their actions, not because they knew others but because they knew themselves.

Even in the midst of intrigue and delusion, men and women struggle in a fleeting attempt to live; others just give up their lives for failing to achieve what would really make them happy.

What would make William happy? What are your dreams? What is your greatest wish after all?

Some people have strong senses, and with that, they realize the small changes that happen. In many moments, they can even predict certain events.

William, like these people, could feel that he was close to achieving his dreams, even if not fully. He felt that he was close to achieving something big.

Perhaps like many people at different times in history, William was destined to be luckier, or perhaps not.

Even though coming into this world was very good, even with all the benefits that existed, William inevitably felt sad many times. He had lost many things to achieve this world.

Even if he didn't know the reason for his coming into this world, even though he knew that many would die from this opportunity, William still suffered from losing so much—his family, his friends, his life.

But now, after so many years of fighting with all his might, he has definitely achieved an achievement. He felt part of this world and knew that his dreams should be pursued. His ambition was not that of a mere bystander; it was the ambition of a lifetime.

Like a starving wolf, he would devour every opportunity that arose, with his advantages vigorously tracing his way.

And now, well, it was time for the Lord of the Lycans to begin his plots; it was the moment for the Lord of the Lycans to ascend.

Looking at the waves crashing on the hull of the ship, William happily expected to see the Braavos colossus, something that should be grand. He would see something grand like the Colossus of Rhodes, or perhaps much more splendid.

A soft voice came to wake him from his reverie.

"Mr. William, this will be your first time in Braavos?" Amelia said as she slowly approached.

William kept looking at the horizon as he answered.

"Yes, but unfortunately, it will be brief; just a stop, and I'll be on my way to Lorath," said William.

"I see, a pity, these days in your company; even as a hired mercenary, I must say that we are good friends, but the days were brief," Amelia replied with some melancholy, slowly moving beside William as he gazed at the horizon.

"I must say, I am immensely happy to say that feelings are mutual, my dear friend," William replied as he glanced briefly at Amelia's beautiful face.

"Even if your destination is Braavos, the roads of destiny will make us meet again; in the future, I will come here." William.

"Yes, of course, we'll see in the future, but I must ask you to take care of my sister and... have a little patience with her; even if she's 19, she is actually a small child," Amelia said with a smile in her eyes.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll take care of her." William replied as he put his hand to his head, Hmmm, Selene, I mean, Emilly was a headache, but still a friend, even though her personality was very... peculiar. It was acceptable, just a little too spicy.

After his fateful meeting with the sisters, William continued his journey, and as he spoke to the mercenary leader of the Red Roses, Mr. Abraham, who told him that this was a family business, many cousins and close friends participated, but still similar to another mercenary company in the Red Roses, its agents were former soldiers or even people trained their entire lives within the family, after all, a family that worked in this kind of work would end up having their children train early.

So, William decided to hire them; it made no sense not to. After hiring them and making the time for the trip, William left.

On the day of the trip, the girls, Amelia and Emilly, along with four other mercenaries, arrived at the ship. After a quick chat, William learned that Amelia was the manager of one of her mercenary company branches in Braavos and that she would be returning home. Emilly was preparing to start working as a mercenary; she would be the leader of this small squad.

The trip passed quickly, but it was long enough for the three to interact enough to become friends. Amelia has a mature and responsible personality, was a widow, and even with her 24 years of marriage, which is common in this world, but William can't help but be surprised by the information.

Already Emilly, well, was a very agitated person; he acted as if he were very liberal, but in truth it was a facade for his slightly shy personality, a very tasty contradiction. William had to say that Emilly was 19 and how his sister had gone through family training, but in the end she chose the warrior's path, and she was very good—I mean, a great fighter.

The time they spent together, William ended up interacting more with Amelia; their personalities were closer, and their tastes too; she was definitely a lost friend in this world. They talk mostly about the story and legends, which was extremely enjoyable.

With Emilly, it was more provocative; the little devil was very playful, teased him for whatever reason, and tried to make his sister embarrassed by doing certain innuendos, but she was a good person, just peculiar.

Before saying goodbye to Amelia in Braavos, William had handed her a quantity of gold and a request, that would be to buy 50 Unsullied. Amelia agreed and said to wait for a time—some months more precisely—she would send a letter to her aunt, who was a merchant in Volantis, and would make the deal; the Unsullied would be delivered to Lorath.

After a few days, William arrived in Lorath.