Arya From Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Ayanda said, hugging her friend and then dashing out of the room. These girls. I love them too much to get mad at them. Gia thought to herself, heading to her closet to get shoes and jewellery to match the outfit she had just picked. ~~~~ Aly stood at the door with a bottle of wine in her hand, feeling nervous. It had been too long since her last visit to Bazyli's place. The last time she was here, things felt so right. She was just about to ring the bell again when the door suddenly opened. Whoa, he looked even better than she remembered! His hair was still damp and a little longer than before.

Shortly after she left the bathroom back there at the diner, he waited a few minutes to arrive at his table Are you okay!! Asked the timid female seated across the table. Yeah I'm fine he responded and he asked her to hurry up with her food because the other's were waiting for them outside. Her name was Hailey, she was rescued recently from a warring pack everyone except for her lost their lives. Her father was the former Alpha and he was a close business associate with Archer's dad. He was like a guardian to the archer and his lovely wife Auntie Rose was such a friendly and strong Luna.

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.

He knows now that I am- "YOU!!!!" Suddenly I hear a headstrong, fierce, stormy roar vibrating the walls of the room. I look up and see an infuriating version of hotty which is not at all hot. His long finger is pointed at me, his pale furious face makes him look like an angry Voldemort with a nose. And hair. Ryan’s jaw is clenched in rage, his eyebrows are drawn together giving him a villain look, his eyes are throwing flame rockets at me. Overall he looks flaming mad.

“You are my Luna. You have stood beside me through blood and battle. What I feel for you is real. But Habibah… she is my daughter. She is what was taken from me. What we thought was lost.” Arya swallowed hard. “She’s here?” “Yes.” Silence stretched between them. “She’s... beautiful,” he added softly. “Strong. Brave. She reminds me of Elizabeth… and of me. But there is grief in her. And pain.” “Come and meet her. Please.” Alpha Czar said “I don’t know if I can,” Arya whispered. “She deserves to know the woman who kept this home together while her father bled for answers. Please, Arya.”

I ordered and in an instant, a path was made for me to pass through. “What's going on?” I asked moving to the front and my jaw dropped when my eyes met an eerie sight. Arya was lying in a pool of her own blood with a knife staked through her belly floating on top of the lake.

In this place especially. "If I may professor." The girl who had sneered as the other one trashed talked me spoke. She was pretty, no doubt. She was stunning, elegant. A cold beauty with her ice blue eyes and long platinum blonde hair that she kept up in a ponytail. Pointed nose and full pouty lips completed the look. His voice rang out again, “What do you think is more dangerous—power unacknowledged or power misunderstood Arya?” Arya, so that was her name.

Alpha Draven's brows raised. Arya only waved her hand. "I told the moon goddess I didn't like the bland black hair, so she gave me this." She grinned. Alpha Draven's brows only furrowed further, his eyes were now back to normal. "What are you?" Arya smirked. "What do you think?" He shrugged. "I don't know, some mythical creature not found in books?" Arya smiled. "I'm surely not found in books. Thanks for the compliment."

DAXTON The stone beneath me was icy cold. I stirred slowly, trying to gather my bearings. My eyelids felt too heavy to lift, and there was a weight on my chest. I let out a groan and forced my eyes open, straining to lift my head. It was at that point that I saw her. My Arya. She was slumped against me, her skin ashen and pale. Panic flooded my senses in an instant, and I scrambled to lightly press my fingers against her pulse point. Relief slammed into me then. But it became short-lived when I saw the sigil on her chest, peeking from her neckline. A spiral sigil.

A boy no older than nine darted past, pushed a folded piece of paper into her hand without stopping, and disappeared into the crowd. “What was that?” I asked. “He’s been drawing me for a week," Arya said as she unfolded the paper, looked at it, and tucked it into her pocket without showing either of us. “He's getting better. I'm sure he'll be a great artist when he's older." Harvey watched the whole thing with a faint smile. “He looks up to you." “Well, I'm a big deal. I’m Ironfang’s first female deputy chief warrior,” Arya said, chin up, thoroughly pleased with herself. “Everyone likes me.”