Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Oc Novels & Stories

I breathed out. “If that’s what you think then fine, but I don’t think so. I’m asking this with a clear mind” I stood, grabbing my robe. “This isn’t a game, Theon.” I walked a few distance from the bed to give us some space. “I never said it was” He answered “I don’t know how it happened, but I think I want this to be real. I trust you when I shouldn’t. It’s crazy but it’s how it is”

she spits, suddenly hitting me with a pillow, "My brother can't be the Alpha of Greyhound. He hates school. He just wants to play video games and talk to his shady friends of Hughmount or Ashley.... oh, my. Ashley. We can't make this legal, Theo. Knox and Ashley are in love." "What the fuck are you talking about? They're eleven," I laugh, she doesn’t, "They'll grow out of it… or maybe they won't, but who cares? It's not like they share blood, it's not weird." "Ugh, okay. But if it ends up being a bad idea, it'll be your fault, you can't throw it in my face," she warns, pointing directly at my face, "You're deciding this." I laugh at her nerves and grab her hand to lightly bite her finger.

Bianca was strangling the girl. My eyes narrowed in realization when it hitted me hard that it was O.C on the floor. Anger course through me as visions of me killing them in multiple ways flashed through my brain. The color in their faces drained out when they saw how furious I was. They left her on the floor and backed away with fear written all over their faces They dared layed hands on my girl. O.C. O.C who was pregnant. O.C who was still grieving her late mother whom was buried last week.

“Hey Gwenn.” Faye marched up to me as I was in the courtyard, working on my extra energy, hoping to tire myself out before Orel comes and that this feeling of sadness would be gone by then. I knew that if Orel continued to see me sad, his relationship with his wife was going to suffer, afterall Themis was the person who made a deal with Arius about the marriage.

The thought annoyed me, he looked fragile when he spoke of consequences. “I know what you're thinking,” he said before I could answer. “But you're wrong. I am not in the slightest weak, but I'm also not stupid enough to get myself killed.” He stretched his hand and took a strand of my hair. “I love my life and empire too much just to be killed by Alpha Osborne. Trust me, with what I have seen, that man adores his wife to the point of obsession. That lady, Aina Cliff, is the alpha's chubby obsession, Alpha Osborne’s.”

His silver eyes gleamed with a cold, terrifying satisfaction. "The math doesn't lie, Amora," Duncan repeated, his voice dropping into a low, possessive rumble that vibrated right through the floorboards. "You are carrying my blood. My child. You can play at being a baker all you want, but you are coming back to the city. Today." Oscar didn't hesitate. He stepped into the space between them again, his massive chest slamming against Duncan’s shoulder, physically forcing the city Alpha back a step. The cedarwood scent from Oscar flared like a wall of fire, completely burning away the lingering traces of Duncan’s sandalwood.

My first Omega Heat was tearing through my veins like liquid fire. Every single nerve ending in my body felt exposed, raw, and super-sensitive. The silk sheets underneath me felt like sandpaper against my shivering skin. My breathing came in short, weak, jagged gasps. My chest heaved, and with every breath I took, the heavy, devastatingly sweet scent of crushed orchids and vanilla grew stronger, thicker, coating the back of my throat. It was my scent. I was a pure, unmated Omega, and my biology was screaming into the dark, demanding an Alpha.

I knew how to deal with him. “Get away from me,” I said. I stared back at him with a strength I didn’t know I had. He pressed closer, making sure I felt him against me. To him, I was just a low-ranking Omega threatening a rich Alpha. I pushed him back with all the strength I could find, and he stumbled. He looked at me with total shock. “You didn’t just do that…” he whispered. His pupils turned completely black. “I love it when they fight back.”

“Again.” I nodded, my heart pounding as I lunged at him, my movements quick but hesitant. He sidestepped me easily, his hand coming down on my shoulder with enough force to send me stumbling. I caught myself before I fell, my cheeks burning with frustration. “I’m trying,” I said, my voice trembling. “But I’m not like you. I’m not a warrior.” Marcus stepped closer, his expression softening slightly. “You’re not just an omega,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re the queen. And whether you believe it or not, you have the strength to lead. You just need to find it.”

“Should I get you some water? “Yes, you should. I’m pretty thirsty.’ Amoux went out of my room to get some water, and I sighed and rested my head on the headboard of my golden bed. Crap! It hurts. Amoux’s Pov. I rushed downstairs to go get some water for my brother but stopped in my tracks. I knew that Alpha. She is Oceana Daciana, the princess of the ten realms and the Mackenzie Clan, who recently got married to one of her father’s best friend’s sons. Kai’s elder brother. The minute I saw her, I felt like tearing her apart, limb by limb. It filled my guts with hatred. I had known she was Garold’s wife, but what I didn’t know was, she would mistake me for Gerard. After what her family did to