Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Self Insert Novels & Stories

He’d been so consumed with his own power games, his own secrets. But if he did know… That would explain the venom in his words. That would explain the look in his eyes – not just betrayal, but confirmation. Like I had finally proved every horrible thing he’d always believed about me. That I was a liar. A cheat. Just like Arya. I leaned forward, pressing my face into my hands, the scent of pasta suddenly making me want to gag. “Fuck,” I whispered, but before I could even think of what next to do. The door slammed open.

He smelt like thyme and rosemary. The fire in the furnace was burning cheerfully. I rubbed my head against his fur and said, "I have a mate, Finn. He's Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers. I really miss him, but he hates me for being so weak and useless. I guess he just wants to kill me. That's why I run away with you. Finn, Alpha Lucas is a formidable man. Eventually, he will come and take me away from you. When you see him, please run away as fast as you can. I don't want him to hurt you. This is very important for me, Finn. I'd rather kill myself than see you getting hurt by him..."

His ice-cold thumb traced my lips which erupted a shudder out of me. "I don't belong to you" As soon as I said those words, the most unimaginable thing happened. "Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favourite colour, but as I look into his green, merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt, do we?"

I fell to my knees as the truth shattered everything I thought I knew, my ears ringing loudly as a new voice rose inside my head, cold and sharp and cruel, whispering over and over again. Stab yourself. I screamed and shook my head, clutching my skull as tears streamed down my face. “No,” I cried. “No, no, no.” Stab yourself. I tried to resist, I really did, but my body moved before my mind could catch up, and with a broken sob I ripped the knife away from Alpha Lucien’s chest and, with no control left in me, I drove it into myself. The world stopped. The air went still. My body went cold.

"I'm so sorry, Rohan. When I performed the banishing ritual... when I tore her out of Ravena... she didn't go back to the dark. My core was empty. She used my bloodline to anchor herself inside me. She's in my head." Rohan stared at me, his face turning an ash-gray color in the moonlight. Slowly, his gaze drifted down to the shattered glass on the blanket, and then back to his own unprotected throat. The realization hit him like a physical blow. "She was trying to make you kill me," he breathed.

Arya It felt like a nightmare coming undone at the seems of a torturous contribution of self-loathing, I hated the lie, the faketiciuous mist of distraction that concealed my eyes from the truth. The moment we walked onto the grounds of the castle. it became clear that we were unwelcome, I held my head high, confidence resonating within me and projecting itself within the concealed realm of my soul. Asher turned his face to look at me, brows furrowed as my family and I entered the castle, only to be met with confused resistance.

I laughed, pulling her close, “not even myself and you know that’s saying a lot. Because I love myself a lot.” Kyra put her head against my chest, “ready for desert?” “More than ready.” I lifted Kyra up as a bride, she giggled as I carried her up to our room. One day I would actually make her my bride. I just needed to find the right ring. ----- I posted some pictures on my i.n.s.t.a page, so you see what I think the characters look like. Also some characters from my other story, The Alpha That Couldn't Remember. my page is called, naomid.gnovel I haven't been very active, but I'll try to post more often if it's something you'd enjoy.

"But let's do it anyway." Something that might have been a smile flickered across his face, there and gone so fast I might have imagined it. We walked into the house together, his hand on the small of my back, guiding me. People were already mingling, drinking, talking. The reception was starting. And I was officially Myra Theon. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. So I am now Myra Zyran Theon. Fuck.

His eyes were wilder, his aura uneven, like he was fighting something inside himself. “Tyla,” he said, his voice low. Kyron moved immediately, placing himself between us. “You were told to leave.” Thane ignored him completely, his gaze locked on me. “You fainted,” he said. “They wouldn’t let me see you.” I pushed myself up despite Kyron’s protest, my legs shaky but determined. “You shouldn’t be here.” Thane’s jaw tightened. “You don’t mean that.” “I do,” I said, forcing the words out. “You stormed into my ceremony, made claims you had no right to make, and terrified my mate.” Kyron said.

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