Game Of Thrones Elia Martell Novels & Stories

Dawn crept through the manor windows like a thief, pale, hesitant, afraid to disturb the heavy silence that had fallen after the hunt. Elara sat on the edge of their bed, still in blood-crusted leathers, staring at the small silver locket Mara had worn around her neck. Kael had pried it open before the betas carried her body away. Inside; a faded miniature portrait of a woman with Elara’s dark hair and sharp cheekbones, but eyes the color of storm clouds, gray flecked with silver.

Aella I stumbled into the hall to see the soldiers and everyone gathered at a spot, they were surrounding something or rather someone. I walked slowly, heart pounding in my chest, throat drying, my feets dragged itself across the tile, like it couldn't believe what it was being insinuated. I caught that same flicker of silver once more and my eyes blurred, the pack members made way for me as I walked. The noise slowly quieted as they noticed my presence, and just as I got to the center, there she was, Ragnar on her arms looking every bit the obedient nephew and Elysia tugging at her sleeves probably wondering who this ridiculously striking figure that resembled his mother was.

Ella Holden POV I sat on the floor, crying, begging Ria to leave me alone and not tell Marcus anything. I promised I’d do whatever she wanted, as long as she let me meet my mate. My mascara had smudged, my lipstick was ruined. I looked a mess. My hair was tangled like it hadn’t been brushed in days. Ria threw me a mocking look from across the room, her voice sharp and cruel. “What did you think, Ella? That you’d just refuse and I’d stay quiet? That I’d let you walk away? You’re stupid. You don’t think.”

She felt so ashamed and guilty. “Are you alright, baby?” Eleanor was an elegant, tall lady with a head of ear-short brown hair. As the female Beta of the Kingdom, she gave people the impression of being harsh and distant, but for Elena , she was the best mother ever. Once they reached the cell, she stepped forward and asked Elena worriedly. The bars were made of silver, making it difficult for them to get close to each other. Elena stood behind it, wiping tears with her sleeves, and whispered, “I am fine, Mom.” Her voice was hoarse from all the crying.

“I’ll rally Rolan’s army. We’ll fight back.” Mara met her eyes and nodded. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “We’re going to war.” Elowen’s expression softened for a moment, but there was no hesitation in her eyes. “I’ll make sure they’re ready.” Mara watched her go, and as Elowen disappeared into the shadows, she closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts. But then, something strange began to happen. Her vision swam, and in the midst of her grief, she saw it—an image, clear as day. It was Elara. Her mother.

I look at the man I helped and it occurred to me apart from being my mate, I know nothing about him. Just like Kyle predicted we met standing out of the secret room but this time Eleanor was glowing out of ordinary. I was scared because I have never seen her being scared of her own self especially when she touched each and every guard and they all became whole again. "She has a taste to undergo inorder to save her mate." Kyle whispered to me. The next was seeing Eleanor collapsing before us and she was caught by Max who carried her in a bridal style. If not for Luna 's mate, everyone would have thought they were an item.

How long would it be her mother protecting her? Celia stared at Marcel. “This bond will not break,” she said, “so I hope you’ll enjoy being as alone as I’ll be.” Marcel stared at her in surprise, then he chuckled. “There is nothing that can’t be destroyed. You’ll learn that.” He turned around. “Can you imagine this, Darius? An Omega, as my mate?! Isn’t it laughable?!” Darius’ gaze turned from Marcel to where Jon was on the ground, holding Indra in his arms, glaring daggers.

He said as the screen door opened and shut as Lymeria stepped outside. "Nothing new? I wouldn't say finding your Mate isn't something new." She told him. "You found your Mate? Oh that's wonderful!" She cheered, "Tell me all about her. Is she sweet? What's her fashion sense? Have you Marked each other already?" She bombarded him. Elias inclined his head as his mother went on her tangent, his nose lifting to the air as someone walked up the drive way.

But gods, he was close to breaking. Elara entered the banquet hall later that week with her chin high and her wolf humming under her skin. She had decided: she would not bend, not for Kieran, not for her parents, not for anyone. The court could gossip. Her father could rage. She would not be sold. From across the hall, she felt him—Darius. His gaze burned against her skin, as if he, too, was fighting a war within himself. And somewhere beyond the glittering chandeliers and velvet curtains, Serenya watched them both. Her lips curved in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

my eyes widened. "I was young," Mara said. "Younger than you are now. And I watched a Veyrith woman stand in the middle of everything they sent against her and not fall." Her voice was completely even. "She didn't fight back. She just stood. And then she walked into the forest and she did not come back." I stared at her. "Who was she?" I asked. Mara held my gaze for one long, steady moment. "Her name," Mara said quietly, "was Aelindra Hale."