A Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

Theon mostly watched Lena eat. When she slowed down, he set his chopsticks down. "I need you to do something for me." "What?” She didn't look up. "I hope I'm not paying for this. I'm quite stingy, you know." Theon let out a short laugh. Lena picked up a glass of water. "I need you to meet my parents." She raised the glass to her lips. "As my girlfriend." “Pffttttt!” Water sprayed across the table—across Theon's face, and the remaining food.

“Leigh... in the tunnel. Before I passed out. I was trying to say...” She went very still, her eyes fixed on a point beyond his shoulder. “Don’t.” “Why?” “Because words said in the aftermath of a fight, in the shadow of almost dying... they’re not real. They’re just echoes of adrenaline.” She finally met his gaze, and her own was bleak. “You have a kingdom to rule. A bride to choose. And I... I have a border to return to. My father needs me here now, more than ever. The games at your castle are a luxury we can’t afford.”

The mark of my hand appeared on his cheek, but it only made him look alive, and untamed by my defiance. It made me realize Darius wasn't dazed by how stubborn and resilient I was. He loved it, he enjoyed it, this is why he keeps poking my nerves, to see me fight back, knowing I would never win. “You are a monster, a sick one!” I screamed at him and made for the door, storming out of his room and slamming the door hard.

ALINA The sand felt smooth underneath my feet, and I craned my head, using my hands to shield my face from the sun as I looked out on the water, loving the way the white waves rose like a terror and crashed down on the body of water. I still hadn’t been able to get my mind off the way Ava had so casually dropped the title of husband on Theon. When my body had frozen against his, I was half expecting his rejection, and half waiting for him to say something to take down the balls of tension that had curled in my stomach; but then he had turned away from the subject like it had never come up, sending me away like…

The smallest hands I have ever seen, dainty and trembling, barely grazed my forehead yet it was the most intimate thing I'd ever felt despite having so many mistresses at my disposal. I, Khal Drogo, Alpha king of barbarians was undone by the touch of a human girl. Stupid. Knots flexed in my chest. My own foolish heart pounded like thunder and for the first time in years, my hands quivered as I set her down. I declared those words, whether she liked it or not—Mate. There is no treasure I have wanted that I have not added to my chest box. Yet, how can a frail human girl like her be the Luna of a pack that was built on bloodshed and power?

He smelt like thyme and rosemary. The fire in the furnace was burning cheerfully. I rubbed my head against his fur and said, "I have a mate, Finn. He's Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers. I really miss him, but he hates me for being so weak and useless. I guess he just wants to kill me. That's why I run away with you. Finn, Alpha Lucas is a formidable man. Eventually, he will come and take me away from you. When you see him, please run away as fast as you can. I don't want him to hurt you. This is very important for me, Finn. I'd rather kill myself than see you getting hurt by him..."

When he used to hunt just for fun. Hunting was his favourite game. And there was never a time when Zeus had let anyone else win that game. He was always the first person who would bring the biggest and healthiest deer with him. He closed his eyes and filled his lungs with the metallic scent of the deer's blood on his muscular body. Dabria suddenly opened her eyes. She sat up on the bed. Her eyes were pitch black. And her pupils were dark red. Her eyes were glowing red. Her surroundings were also red. As if her eyes were filled with blood. She felt this unusual thirst. Something so strong that she couldn't control herself at all. Dabria gulped hard as this scent inside her room was making her

Keith wondered. “What do you have?” I asked, trying to be calm. “The rogue in our dungeons had his phone. When we opened it, we found a recording. He recorded the deal with your sister,” Jorah recounted what happened. “Stop calling her my sister,” I snapped. “She's not my sister and they aren't my family!”

"But does that mean she greatly favour a strong and powerful man?" "I cannot say, but that is not what I am getting into." "What is it then?" getting at the peak of her nosiness, Anne cannot help but ask for more. She even moved closer to improve her absorption of information from the innocent elf. "I'm talking about her fiancé." "Oh, that foul-mouthed Felix guy? He does look kind of fierce." Initiating her feedback with a sigh, she seem to be preparing herself for a substantial yet trivial details to impart. "You see, he is literally the dragon I was talking about."