Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Self Insert Novels & Stories

“That creature is already inside her. Can’t you feel it?” I stood slowly. And yes—I could feel it. The shadow-self pacing inside me like a caged wolf. She wanted out. She needed to rule. But I wasn’t ready to give her the throne. So I did the only thing I could. I stepped forward and summoned my voice—my voice, not hers. “You can’t stop what’s coming,” I said coldly. “But you can get the hell out of my way.” Garen bared his teeth. “You’re not the Luna. You’re a disease.”

The ground, k this place is, shakes under their fury. I clutch my head, pain ripping through me. Every strike they land against each other tears at me, ripping me in two. My skin burns, and my bones feel like they’re splintering. “This… this isn’t real,” I whisper, forcing myself to breathe. “This is in my head. This is me.” Iyana, the fae-self, slams Ralia,the wolf back with a burst of wind. She turns her eyes on me, glowing too bright, too sharp.

I nodded and rushed into his arms and he twirled me around, kissing me until I got dizzy. The crowd didn't matter. The cameras didn't matter. I loved my father-in-law and he was the man for me. He pulled me closer, whispering against my temple. “You’re mine.” I laughed against him. “You too.” And so, I went from being Sansa Vale to Sansa Wolfe and then back to Sansa Vale and then a Wolfe again. But this time, Winston was the Wolfe of my dream. I am Sansa Wolfe. My ex father-in-law’s craziest obsession.

I press my forehead to the cold stone and make myself a promise; one that feels older than this war, older than this body. I will burn her throne to cinders. I will slaughter every monster, god, and traitor standing between me and Ember. I will become something so terrifying that even Sariyah learns fear. And if Ember never remembers me; if she never looks at me the way she once did, I’ll still tear the world apart for her. Because she is mine and I am no longer asking permission Something inside me snaps. It isn’t loud. It isn’t dramatic. It’s quiet, like a lock clicking open. The dungeon darkens. The dark isn’t around me it’s coming from me.

My hands trembled. Not because it was heavy, though it was. Because I remembered the first note. You may wear the Luna’s crown, but you will never belong to Ironclaw. I studied myself in the mirror. The anonymous writer wanted me to feel like an impostor. Perhaps some members of Ironclaw still believed I was one. That did not change my duty. I placed the crown on my head. Greta’s eyes became bright. “Oh,” she whispered. I lifted my chin. “Let them look.”

I have a right to my own private life and thoughts. “We all have access to the cameras in the house and I happen to happily see that though seeing you curse my name before your orgasm was the best thing ever.” Heat raced to my cheeks as shame rioted. “I…I was fixing my jeans.” “Liar.” His golden eyes darkened to amber. My breaths deepened and I fought the need to lick my lips. “You were touching yourself to use Raven.” My body throbbed as he searched my gaze. “You're our little sister now.” He reminded me and I groaned.

She gasps from my sudden dominant actions. Good, she should be scared right now. I push her against the wall, and I grab her neck with one of my hands. With my other hand, I push my pants down. Without using lubricant, I viciously ram my cock into her. I pump into her like a rage-crazy savage, making her scream for mercy as I choke the air out of her. I bring her neck towards me, and as I am about to cum, I sink my fangs into her neck and drain her dry. I let go of the Bampire, dropping her on the floor, not caring that I had just killed her. I pick up my pants and walk right out of the place. “You fucked up, LD,” I say to myself as I grit my teeth, and tears fall from my eyes. I remember Je

I watch in despair as Declan rushes over to Virgina's side and holds her; she gladly falls into his embrace and sobs into the comforting planes of his chest. Fuck. Maybe I'm not good enough for Virginia! Maybe I'm not worthy. Maybe Declan is better suited for her. "I'm so sorry.." I whisper, and hurriedly exit the room. I've lost everything.. My dignity, my self respect, my parents' pride and support, my brother and now my mate! I'm a sorry excuse of an Alpha! (Deacon POV) Jade green leaves swirl in the wind, dirt lifts off the cracked dry surface that once housed a lawn of pure lush green grass, the wind whistles through my hair, forcing it into my eyes, clouding my vision; the vision that

29 Sophia’s POV I turned around on my bed lazily, my body feeling very week. I had slept quite late because I was binge watching game of thrones with Jenny, who was still very much asleep and enjoying her sleep while me, the early riser, was on the bed, feeling weak and now unable to sleep.

But I can feel his presence—a cold weight in the air, pressing down on me like an invisible hand. “Why do you let him hold you back?” the tether whispers, his voice slipping through the darkness like a snake. “You’re powerful—more powerful than you realize. And yet you let Jack, a mere alpha, control your destiny.” I clench my fists. “Leave me alone,” I say through gritted teeth. “I won’t listen to you anymore. Jack chose me. He loves me. I believe him.”