Arianne Martell Novels & Stories

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

I informed him. "You're not an Omega, you're my Luna, my Queen," He says, It's something I've never thought much of, am I worthy of leading by his side? A knock sounds on the door and Dan pokes his head in, "Guys, I'm starving can we go down now?" He asks, The door swings fully open and Arya walks in. She looks beautiful in a dress, it shows off her slender figure. She smiles mischievously at us and I blush in embarrassment.

My eyes narrowed slightly as I tried to come to terms with what exactly he meant by figure out what we are to do, there was nothing else to do but for me to take my mate and go home with her by my side, surely Warrick knew better than to deny a prince his rights to his mate. “Arya, it was clear to all to see last night that Adonis is you’re mate. The question now is what you decide to do about that,” Frowning I tried to grasp what he meant by that, there wasn’t much to do besides have her by my side back in Greenland.

Why wouldn’t she use her own key to unlock the door? The ringing eventually stopped, and moments later, angry footsteps filled my ears. The door to my room burst open and there, Arianna stood, arms folded over her chest and her lips in a thin line of disapproval. She wore a white skirt, a white tank top and a yellow cardigan. Her usually bright lipstick was softer and a lot more casual. “Why didn’t you get the door?” “My bad. I did not know I was your butler.” She let out a sigh and came to sit beside me on the bed. “You saw the news, didn’t you?”

The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back. She is not an unattractive woman; she just looks harsh, her hair dyed peroxide blonde (she is supposed to be a brunette but the dyeing has been done so well that an observer would never know for sure) and the dark suit she wears – not like the kind that David and his two visitors wear but that power suit that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the bitch role in a television show.

Medieval era Anika Pov as Ariana I tried to contain myself who is the devil in front of me. Why I turned my guard down when I saw him? What's with him that made me rattled like this? I raised my head and tightened my jaws trying to be brave. I won't let him took over me. I am Anika Perez in my time, a great warrior, a Luna of the packs, and a monstrous CEO of my company so there's no reason to fear him. Even I was a pitiful girl with nobody in her life right now, I need to gather my composure together.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, sniffing around Lorenzo, but you have no breeding, no grace—” “Breeding? Oh, honey, we are bred for the wild. Grace is overrated,” a new voice chimed in. Arya just walked in, looking like a glorious, slightly intimidating goddess in a silk robe and a full face of makeup, clearly on her way to—or from—somewhere important. She paused, surveying the scene, instantly assessing the state of war.

Then I swung the sharp blades across his throat, deep enough to kill him in seconds. As the ground beneath him changed into dark-red, sticky mud, the crowd turned silent. With the last beat of his heart, Dante Greco turned into his lifeless human form. I raised my head and looked at the members of the royal council. Their mouths were open, and they all stared at me in disbelief. I brushed Greco's blood off my claws and hid them. Tyrion smirked, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the council. Tyrion briefly looked each member in the eyes before saying, "Let me state that again, Aria Seymour is my mate. She is the only woman I wish to claim, and I will. Now bow down because the one before you

Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging. Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Chase Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Danica Green (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Isabella Frome (friend). Arya Silver Age: 17 Race: Werewolf Rank: Rogue Physical description: 5’7ft tall, hourglass athletic body, long straight black hair, round brown eyes, heart-shaped face, pointy nose with heart-shaped full lips.

"Harwin, it's me!" Harwin's eyes went from her face to the flayed man on her doublet. "How do you know me?" he said, frowning suspiciously. "The flayed man . . . who are you, some serving boy to Lord Leech?" For a moment she did not know how to answer. She'd had so many names. Had she only dreamed Arya Stark? "I'm a girl," she sniffed. "I was Lord Bolton's cupbearer but he was going to leave me for the goat, so I ran off with Gendry and Hot Pie. You have to know me! You used to lead my pony, when I was little."