Game Of Thrones Elia Martell Novels & Stories

The bedsheets looked quite dirty and so was the room and near the door, there was kept a small round dishes with smelly food that Elin have not touched. Her dry eyes still had some tears left which was flowing like a pearl in her last moment seeing that the one she loved, didn’t even came to see her at her last moment. Once a beautiful face lost its shine for the love, who never looked at it! “Aiya!” a woman with long glistening Grey hair entered inside the room with a frown on her face, her hand waving near the nose to get rid of the smell inside the room. She had a notorious personality and Elin knew that she was the mistress Shan brought in her house which she gave all to him just to rece

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

My eyes couldn't help but drift to the marks Elias had left on her skin which she showed off like a trophy. This trifling bitch. “Why are you being so dramatic? Are you even surprised? Don’t tell me you actually believed a man as good-looking as Elias would stay faithful to someone like you,” Marielle sneered. “What?” I whispered, baffled. I hadn’t expected this from Marielle, she had been my best friend, my only friend. To cheat with my mate and then have the audacity to say such things left me momentarily speechless. "You’re such a fool, Dahlia," she taunted. "Look at you—you're not even Elias’s type. Do you really believe that if it weren’t for the fact that you're his mate, he'd even loo

The woman beside him paused the moment she spotted Elara. Silver hair. Sharp eyes. The kind of smile that immediately made people nervous. Darius closed his eyes briefly. "Mara." "What?" "You have that look." "I don't know what you're talking about." "That's a lie." The woman ignored him completely and crossed the room. Elara barely had time to stand before a hand appeared in front of her. "Mara Thorne." Her grip was firm, confident. "Territorial advisor. Occasional problem solver. Full-time witness to his most embarrassing life choices."

"It's true?" "It's real." I leaned against him. I felt the sharp kick of nausea again. "But we have to go. Now." "We're not leaving alone." Richard looked down the hall at the other cells. The white wolf was standing over the bodies of the guards. It turned back to us. It shifted. A girl. No more than eighteen. She wiped blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. "My name is Elara," she said. Her voice was like glass breaking. "And I’m the one who’s going to kill Elias."

She fidgeted and adjusted, her hand meticulously arranging her hair into the most perfect style possible. "Ease up a bit," I mumble from the shadows, jolting her so much that she drives a punch straight into my gut. Her swift strikes are irritatingly effortless, and woe betide any man who falls for her only to betray her. Elaria is a force to reckon with, especially when she tightens her grip on your breath. A Diremage-that's what she is. Rare, lethal, and captivating. "I wouldn't have to if Father stopped sizing me up to you," she retorts, rolling her eyes and patting her dark mane of hair.

Her eyes looked up quickly, sharp despite her posture. “It’s time,” she whispered. “The west corridor is clear. Guards were called to the lower gates.” Elara swallowed. “My mother?” Maren nodded once. “She’s ready. Weak—but awake. She asked for you.” That almost broke her. As Maren turned to walk away, she stopped her, please, do thank your master for me. Maren nodded and walked away. Elara closed, the door behind her and slipped into the narrow servant passage. The stones were cool beneath her palms as she moved through shadows carved by years of quiet escape.

I gave her a tight nod and went into the room, feeling heavy, leaving Liana to go back and rest. Liana POV She was glaring at me with a look I’d seen before: pure jealousy. “You must be Liana,” she scoffed as Darius left us. “Hi!” I said. “And you are?” “I am Elara, Alpha Darius’s future Luna.” -------------------------- Do you think Liana and Darius are true mates? Will they fight for each other? Or will Elara win?

He got sent a letter from the palace to join in the war they were going for and that was when they raided Elora’s village. The Beta finally found the shaman who stopped him from killing Prince Jaqen nineteen years ago and it turned out to be Elora’s mother. Elora had grew up to be a twenty years old girl who didn’t possess her mother’s power, she was carrying a whole goddess of power instead. That day at the temple, where she opened the bowl where her mother trapped the black magic, the goddess in the temple entered her to block her from being killed by the magic’s force and she was forced to take upon the destiny of being Jaqen’s mate.

But the moment their gaze shifted past Nikolai to land on my radiant, blood-colored form, the collective gasp that rippled through the room was deafening. An old, heavily scarred omega woman named Marta—the very woman who had secretly sewn the torn shoulder of my white dress before Kaelen’s coronation ball—dropped her heavy iron ladle. It clattered loudly against the stone floor, splashing hot broth across her worn leather boots. She stared at my face, her jaw going completely slack, tears instantly welling in her tired gray eyes. "E... Elena?" Marta whispered, her old voice shaking with an overwhelming shock as she took a trembling step toward me. "The Moon Goddess... you're alive. The guar