Arya X Gendry Novels & Stories

Aria Vance never wanted a new family. After her mother marries a billionaire businessman Richard Hayes, eighteen-year-old Aria is forced to leave behind the life she knew and move into the enormous Hayes estate. But there is only one problem. Richard already has a son, Jaxon Hayes. And Jaxon immediately hates Aria. To him, Aria and her mother are outsiders who have invaded his home, his family, and potentially his inheritance. He makes Aria’s first year at Crestwood College miserable, constantly reminding her that she doesn't belong. But Aria has one secret, Blake Reed, Crestwood’s golden-boy hockey captain. She's admired him from afar for months but lacks the confidence to approach h

the lady quickly tipped in. "I don't know my name," Arya said anxiously, trying to calm down. "I'm Gayle. I'm a hybrid just like you. Say your name. Think and remember," Gayle said. Arya shut her eyes tight and tried to remember herself, but came up blank. Her wolf was growing violent now, and sizing Gayle up dangerously. Gayle closed the gap between them and bit her on the shoulder. Arya let out a scream, and her eyes grew from glow to red.

Then her eyes settle on Mathias and her face pales at his rage. I know what she’s going to do a second before it happens. I think Xander and Devin see it, too. They both let go of Mathias and reach for her. “I, Arya Vetger, Delta of the Blue Crescent Pack, reject you, Devin Laoch, Gamma of the Artemis Pack, and you, Xander Hawthorne, Delta of the Artemis Pack, as my mates.” Devin and Xander crumple to their knees, clutching their chests. Arya begins to fall, but she is caught by Mathias. A feral grin spreads across his face as he looks down at Xander and Devin, clutching each other in their pain.

Ryan growled. For a second, I thought he was looking at me, so I was extremely confused until I heard Amanda gasp behind me. My eyes widened as I stepped aside and looked over my shoulder at the only other female in the room, other than me. A slow smile formed on my lips as I realized what was going on. Amanda was Ryan’s mate, except the look on her face made me think she wasn’t too thrilled with the revelation. As if he were a predator and Amanda was his prey, he started toward her. She took a few steps back, shaking her head.

“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.

but on people like us, it will cause a type of vague hypnosis is the easiest way to explain it huh well noted she said nodding her head interesting, to say the least I'm Aerilyn Seraphim of Redemption the only other female in the group came over to introduce herself she had blond hair that fell down her back and an elegant slim figure dressed in a white and blue battle suit with a flowing white cloak about her shoulders and a lovely face with bright sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks she seemed very sweet and kind Kyra felt strangely comforted in her presence as if she was meeting an old friend hi it's nice to meet you Aerilyn is a very pretty name it suits you too you're so beautiful Kyra gushe

I asked because the goddess would have to release a lot of damnation on the pack that would think of invading my territory especially at this kind of time. “Surely there's an attack but it's not against the pack.” He continued slowly and Xaden wasn't one to beat around the bush so this was pissing me off. “Um, the girl, Arya is currently beating up Bria.” He finally said and I stared at her with a blank expression on my face. “They're fighting?” I asked and he shook his head in negativity.

“Beta Gregor was on watch. Moros had 300 Claws. They came at dawn while the warriors were still out looking for you. Gregor… he surrendered to save the elders.” “Surrendered,” Kieran repeated. Flat. Dead. “He gave them the _children_.” “To stop a slaughter, Alpha. Moros said he’d burn the territory. Pups or ash.” I was already moving. Wrapping Rylan tight against my chest with Kieran’s jacket. My hands weren’t shaking. That scared me more than anything. “Where,” I said. Darius looked at me. “Aria, you can’t—” “WHERE.”

Their only saving grace was the inheritance Evelyn Hert left behind—and this fragile marriage alliance with the Crosses. Too bad the groom-to-be was Damian Cross: the forgotten son, the unwanted heir, the one no one respected. Naturally, Rowan would never waste his precious Liana on someone like that. So, they shoved Aria into the fire instead. And Aria? She smiled like a fool. She blinked her big, stupidly innocent eyes, clapped her hands, and suddenly broke into a childish song: "In the land of little blue folks, where the mushrooms grooow—

before rushing out like her shoes were on fire. I watched her go, eyes narrowed. “Was that weird, or was ‘that’ weird?” Caspian muttered behind me, arms folded. Ryker moved before I could. He stepped over to Aria’s bag, brows furrowed, and unzipped it again. “She didn’t just put books in here,” he muttered, digging through the bag. “She was way too careful.” A moment later, he pulled out something that made my heart lurch. Her phone.