Arya From Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Even Alpha Arya… a ferocious woman with raven black hair, cropped hair and obsidian eyes. All of them were very warm, except a man who was sitting on a fallen log away from them, staring at her intensely. Her lips parted seeing the notoriously good-looking man with an extremely cold demeanor. When their gaze locked, she gulped. Both couldn’t peel their gaze away from each other. “That’s Alpha Ryder,” Arya whispered. Lyle’s heart pounded and—

After them came a spearman in a lioncrested helm, an older man with a limp, a Braavosi sellsword, a . "Harwin?" Arya whispered. It was! Under the beard and the tangled hair was the face of Hullen's son, who used to lead her pony around the yard, ride at quintain with Jon and Robb, and drink too much on feast days. He was thinner, harder somehow, and at Winterfell he had never worn a beard, but it was him-her father's man. "Harwin!" Squirming, she threw herself forward, trying to wrench free of Lem's iron grip. "It's me," she shouted, "Harwin, it's me, don't you know me, don't you?" The tears came, and she found herself weeping like a baby, just like some stupid little girl. "Harwin, it's me!

Alyona announce sarcastically as soon as Czar arrived with her. Vanluke's priority is Ara. He traveled the distance between him and Alyona. His left hand immediately wrapped around her neck to choke her just enough to deny her eighty percent of oxygen. The smug look on her face turns lifeless. "Where. Is. She." J City Hospital 4 days later… "Hi, my name is Karee Deusdado. Do you know who I am?"

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.

Not because I am broken hearted but hugging my brothers like this feels nostalgic it’s as if I am back to being a little kid who used to run to them when someone made me cry. “If that is what you want then okay, we won’t do anything. But once he lay a finger on you or even attempt to win you back, I’m telling you Arya, not even your cries will stop me from killing him, Kuya GD said. I know it’s not possible for Maven to do that but still, I nodded.

She had gone to the bathroom to ease herself and she came out to meet someone in the doorway. “Holy Jesus! You scared me. Jeez! This loo ain’t for the gents, please.” Ava was still holding her chest and she was trying to control her breathing. “I’m so sorry. I just wanted to talk to you?” “Here?” “Uhm, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I am Bern…”

Taelin- Dropping the daggers I held, I looked over my shoulder to the building where Ryan and Julian were. Then I looked at Sara who was still standing there as if she was too shocked to move. Moving my attention to Ryker, he looked torn on what to do.

Terror grips my heart as an ice-cold chill settles in my core, and I cry out to her without thinking - “Arya, that’s not Alpha Kai!”

"Where is Ayla? What did you do to her?" He continued to chatter. "Do you think I would dare to kill my daughter with my beloved Hera? Hah! Ayla is the most powerful goddess in Nirvana. If it's not because of you, her power should have been complete a long time ago. You ought to give her your body to her. Uniting as one and becoming the most powerful goddess beyond the power of the Great Being." "Was it even my fault that Arie did not want to be fused with Ayla? I am not even the Arie you are talking about!" I screamed furiously.

I turned my head to her now remembering there were other people aside from me, Aziria and Azrael. “No. She’s not. It’s just a coincidence her name also starts with an A.” Aziria answered for her with a smile, looking at Aries like they were old friends. “Aries comes from a line of witches who have always been close to us. Even though she has separated from her coven, she remains true to our cause and has been a great ally.” My eyes widened at that bit of information. Aries was an ally to them. So that meant me to, right?