Arya Stark In The Books Novels & Stories

CHAPTER: ONE ARYA WAYNE All alone in the forest, I was reading my favorite book after my evening class. My mind wandered back to the day my life turned on a new leaf and everything changed suddenly and without caution. I recalled how I once had a perfect life, a perfect family, and parents who loved me. My father was an alpha, and I was the alpha's daughter. We lived a perfect life until the day we lost our pack, the Silver Moon pack, when I was around fourteen years old.

“Tae, I have you. Let it out. You aren’t in this alone.” “I am not ready to be Alpha.” I continued to cry. “We need to get out of here!” I heard Ryan yell out a warning. Piercing pain coursed through me as Ryker picked me off the ground and cradled me in his arms. I didn’t struggle against him, because as much as I wished it weren’t happening, we couldn’t stay there if we had a chance to escape. Leaning my head against Ryker’s chest, I allowed him to carry me to the vehicle.

Arya smiles. Steff is out. She doesn't like the idea of it anymore. She has other plans. I'm going to save her, Steff told herself. "Alright then." "You better do this right. You know what happens if ever this go wrong," Arya warned them. "You know everybody loves me because I'm an angel." Steff smirked. Not everybody loves you, she thought to herself. After their stupid meeting Steff went to the bathroom to smoke cigarette. This wasn't the senior highschool she was expecting of this school. This school has a devil disguised as an angel who wants to kill an innocent butterfly.

Xaryon flicked two fingers— —and Malrik flew backwards into a tree, the trunk splitting. “STOP!” I screamed. Xaryon froze. Not because I commanded him. Because my eyes— burned red. Full ruby. Alive. His expression cracked— grief shock love and ancient, bone-deep rage. Softly: “Zenaida…” “No,” I whispered. “I’m Asaraiah.” “You are both.” His voice trembled. “You are my sister’s child— and the woman he murdered.” The night held its breath. “For centuries,” Xaryon said, “I hunted him for what he did to you.”

and my mouth gasped at his words, “Asher, stop this,” Aster pleaded, but he didn’t even pay her any attention, “It’s because we’re twins Arya, you’re not my cousin you’re my twin, my sister,” He said as tears filled his eyes. But I gasped as I yanked my arm back holding it against my chest, “What- how?” smirking he rolled his eyes, “The people you thought were your parents weren’t, there’s your real parents Arya,” He said pointing toward Alpha Blake and Aster,

"You were always the Malachious family's heir! You were the powerful Ashtar, the future King, but who was I?! I was the one everyone pitied! I was the weak one! I was the one whom you sent to die in the wasteland!" "I was saving you!" I roared. "I did everything I could to save your life, even when I was kept in prison, tortured by a fucking sadist! I sent Baltazar to look for you! I wanted you to live!" "Live?!" Humorless laughter tore out of his throat. Then he looked at me with raging flames in his eyes. "Do you know what kind of place the wasteland is, dear Ashtar?" I didn't miss the disdain-soaked tone as he said my name. "It's the land of constant firestorms. Here you can find water on

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he tossed over his shoulder as he stormed out of the house with such aggression that it left the air feeling staticky. Jasper had been standing in the hallway that led to the foyer listening to the exchange. Upon the pack master’s exit, he approached Freya. Looking down at the severed head, he asked, “What brought that on.” With her eyes settled on the lifeless head at her feet, she said in a soft and meaningful tone, “It could be anything with those creatures. Although I’m sorry for this young man, I’m grateful to finally get retribution for Olivia.”

April’s gentle questions. But Ryker's patience seemed to be wearing thin. He stepped forward, his voice arrogant and demanding. "What's wrong with her, Doctor? Why did she pass out?" Dr. April's expression remained calm and professional, but I detected a hint of fear in her voice. Ah, he had that effect on everybody, then. "Arianna is malnourished and dehydrated, Alpha. She also shows signs of physical abuse,” she quoted off her clipboard. I felt a surge of vulnerability, my emotions raw and exposed. Ryker's eyes seemed to bore into me, his gaze piercing. I felt like I was being stripped bare, my secrets and fears laid out for him to see.

A shrill of terror flushed down her spine as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "How?" “Love, you belong to us now. We are your Masters and you will do as we please.” Alaric added, scoffing. “You think saving your life doesn't come at a huge cost?” Asael smirked. She blinked hard, her head spiraling in confusion. “Find Azara Storm. She is the last living relation of the late Alpha Logan Storm.” “Why? What did she do?” she asked, almost choking on fear.