Arya Stark In The Books Novels & Stories

she replied softly. Asher’s expression relaxed, relief evident in his eyes as he pulled her into a comforting embrace. He kissed her lips fervently and his hands srated to trace on her body. She threw her arms around his neck. His kisses reached down her throat and they got rid of their clothes in moments. Their passion ignited, filling the room with heat as they gave in to their desires. *** The grand chamber of the Alpha Council was as imposing as ever. The high, arched ceilings and the massive stone walls gave the room an air of ancient power and authority. The seven Alphas, each representing a different pack, sat in their designated seats.

Zara’s POV The pathway swallowed the last trace of light behind us; my gaze didn’t leave it for a second until the warmth of my mother’s cottage was gone, as though it had never existed at all. The cold air settled against my skin as I followed Ryan through what felt like a narrow passage. There was barely enough light to see anything ahead of me, so all I did was follow Ryan's heartbeat, clutching the book against my chest beneath the clothes my mother had given me. Kael walked several steps ahead before lighting a wooden torch.

He was so handsome. She noticed his furrowed brows—it didn’t suit him. So she reached out to smooth them. His eyes snapped open. Red. Completely red. He glared at her, an oppressive aura bursting from him. But Arya wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. “Where are you taking me?” she asked. “To kill you,” he replied coldly. Arya’s heart jumped. She frowned. “You’re scaring me.” A dark smirk appeared on his lips. “Then get off.”

What would her mother say if she killed for a tyrant? Astria stumbled to her feet, looking around the oversized hut as she wondered what she could do to pass the time, to distract her mind; the part of her ears where the points used to be burning, a searing pain shooting through her. Her legs buckled, sending her crashing back into the hard ground as she bit back a scream, the agony almost unbearable. She grunted in frustration, crawling into the corner of the hut as she was unable to trust her own body, her mind racing over what she should do. The half-breed couldn’t run from Tarian, and even if she did, she wouldn’t know where to begin searching for her mother. She didn’t even know where

I tried hard to remove thoughts circling in my head as I know Alpha Zef would read my mind. No, I shouldn't let him know about this. But beside me, Alpha Kai was quick to catch on as he sniffed the air and growled, “Rogues!” However, it was already too late when I could see my past pack members at the front, fiercely challenging Alpha Kai who came in defense. Damn. My time to escape. “Everyone from Midnight pack!” Yelled an all too familiar voice from the front, along with her curly crazy hair that fell on her waist. Her icy and raven eyes seemed to bury someone with those stares. “I demand you to hand over Arya right this instant.”

“Captain Likaya, you have been selected lead Lictor Squad due to your mastery of the skill known as the arcane eye, every .ember of this unit has mastered the ability and they would benefit from your leadership. The success of this mission relies on your new squad following the arcane emitter’s trail, the mission requires that at least the journal be recovered in any case. Is that clear Captain?” “Yes sir, I’ll do everything I can to complete our objectives.” She confirmed, giving him a slight nod. Aster had served for nearly three years, unremarkable compared to others. But still enough for her to encounter hundreds if not thousands of personalities and archetypes. As a student of anthropol

They’d been surrounded by an emerald glow that Azrael insisted had come from Kasar. Surely he could help, right? I closed my eyes and sent a quick prayer to the God of Beasts. “Um, Kasar? Wait, should I call him by a title or something? Lord Kasar? No, that’s stupid. Kasar, my name is Blakely Yarrow. I really want to save these er—fire horses? Whatever they are, I want to free them. I can’t do that if they think I’m a threat, so any help here would be greatly appreciated.”

I turned on my heel, quick as I could, and headed back to the kitchen to grab the rest of the dishes. My name’s Ashley, and I’m eighteen—well, almost. Two days from now, I’ll hit that milestone, but it’s not like anyone’s gonna throw me a party or anything. My parents died when I was just a kid, too young to even remember their faces. Alpha Rodrigue and his mate, Luna Aurora, took me in. Not as family, no way, but they gave me a roof over my head, a corner to sleep in. In return, I serve the pack. I cook, I clean, I fetch, I carry. I used to be okay with it—grateful, even. It was better than being out on the streets, right? But then Adrian took over.

Filled with warmth and full of love for her dear dear sister. "Poor Arden didn't mean it," she said gently. "You know how clumsy she gets. Don't be too hard on her, Lucas." And there it was. The villain origin story of Arden Steele, written by Rita Steele and delivered with a smile so she remains the magnanimous one. How was I do blind before?! Lucas turned to look at me and I watched his face arrange itself into the expression I had seen a hundred times. The one that said I have been appointed to correct you right now and I take this responsibility very seriously!

"Since Asta is confined to the Spirit Realm under lock and key, I think it's a pretty good chance that you won't be getting anything from her." Aryn's pale face went bone white. "No. She promised me. She vowed to me I would get her back." "What kind of vow?" Graysten asked. "When did you make it?" "She came to visit me after she learned the Azicans were coming here. She made a proper sacred vow." Aryn wrung her hands, her fingers blanching white under the strain. "She was free." "It must have been right before she tried to trap us in the Between," Graysten said, looking between Scarlet and me.