Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Si Lord

The scent of dark pine, ozone, and his dried blood from this morning flooded my nose, instantly making my inner wolf snap to attention. "She is doing just fine, Dad," Silas purred, his voice dripping with fake, dutiful warmth. His thumb stroked the side of my neck, his nail catching on my skin in a silent, violent threat. "Seraphina and I are working together perfectly. Aren't we, little sister?"

Smoke filled the room. Through the haze, Silas White emerged older and more cunning, surrounded by a group of fully armed mercenaries. Next to Silas stood a man whose face was very similar to Mavric’s but older and scarred Miles Thorne. "Well, look at the happy couple," Silas said in a raspy voice that made Liora feel sick. "Liora, my dear daughter... you’ve played house with young Master Thorne long enough.” “Now it’s time to hand over the kingdom’s key to your father."

He didn't want Mi-sook to know learn the truth. Mi-sook's suspiscion on Lord Yong's frequent visit to the dark forest made him restrained to visit Si-ri. At times, the wave of sharp pangs jolted Lord Yong's heart whenever he thought, how would Si-ri sleep lonely at night. At that time, he used to curse Mi-Sook for the pain his daughter was enduring between his silent sobbing. That time was really ardous for both Lord Yong and Si-ri. A lot of things had been changed with the passing time. Si-ri became matured and brave to handle any situation.

“Separating victors from their trainers and sponsors goes against the rules, but you know that. I’m guessing I’m here because I am the only one who said no.” “And hid your victor instead!” the king booms. I look at him out of the corner of my eye, smirking. “If you believe she’s hidden, you must not be as close with your high lords as you believe you are, Your Highness.” “Ah, I see. Your brother, Silas, is involved.” He reaches up to run his fingers through his silky brown hair, his ageless face making him look more like a sixteen-year-old boy than the ancient being he is, but his thick, deep voice betrays his age. “Silas is always up to something, isn’t he? Little bastard.”

Even Lady Valda and Lord Daemon's eyes were shining with amusement, at the same time as eyeing each other up - unsure of whether to trust the other. Lord Silas just scowled and shrank back into the circle like a scolded child - his mate, Lara, didn't look impressed. Sephora returned to the task at hand, "Who does have an army at their disposal?" Lord Silas and Rhonan lifted their hands. Lady Valda, still with her arms crossed raised her brows and nodded in confirmation. Whereas Lord Daemon, with his army under the control of Vince, could only look at the floor in shame with a hint of anger. It wasn't ideal, but it would just have to do.

However, before he could get close to her, a man stood forward and appeared before Sienna, blocking his path. The man was a lord from the Dark World. He had known Sienna for a long time. It could be said that they grew up together. He also knew about Sienna’s matters. “Stop. If you go any forward, I won’t go easy on you,” said the lord with hostility. “Xosha, move,” said Sienna. Xosha frowned. He had never seen Sienna act this way before.

They walked out together, Theron's hand hovering near the small of her back without quite touching. As soon as the door closed, Silas turned to Kaelen. "Did you see that?" "Oh, I saw it," Kaelen said, grinning. "See what?" I asked. "Our brother," Silas said, "has feelings for your friend." "What?" I looked at Darius. "Did you notice anything?" "The way he looked at her?" Darius said. "Yeah. Hard to miss." "Theron doesn't do feelings," I said. "He's too busy being Lord Alpha and responsible."

The storm outside Thorne Tower had upgraded from a drizzle to a rhythmic assault. Thunder vibrated through the floorboards, a low-frequency growl that seemed to mock the artificial stillness of the ninety-ninth floor. Silas didn’t wait for Lyra to agree or prepare. He had retreated into a state of hyper-focused mania, a byproduct of his "Master" persona desperately trying to overwrite the "Leo" glitches from the boardroom.

Selene blew them a kiss, her lips curling in cruel delight. “Akira Duskbane, the Silent Fang!” This time the cheer was shorter, colder, but sharp with respect. Akira inclined his head, saying nothing. One by one, each Lord was called. Each throne shone with firelight, each Lord bathed in the glory of their name. Until at last— “Jude Seraphin. Lord of Thorns. Supreme above you.” The sound that followed was unlike the others. It was not pure cheer. It was not pure hatred. It was both—love and loathing, reverence and rage. My name split the crowd, but every eye, every fang, every breath turned toward me.

Bran with a gentle stroke pushed it behind her ear and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. Sierra involuntarily closed her eyes and held his hands, as Bran’s lips came forward to plant the lips on her forehead. “Goodbye!” Bran said as he left a smiling, yet sad Sierra watching him, tears welled up in her blue eyes, as he walked off into the night