Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Si Lord Novels & Stories

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.

Tharion thundered. “Look how she acts in front of King Lycan himself!” Sienna shouted, her face flushed. “She probably used tricks to get into his bed, to bear his children and be called queen! She’s a despicable gold digger!” “I told you to shut up!” I yelled at her, losing my patience. How could she be so infuriating? “Are you still in love with her? Is that it?” she laughed without humor. “Of course! Now that you’ve seen she can seduce even King Lycan himself, you want to grovel at her feet again! She’s a damn easy woman!”

“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.

He directed the question to both Fiona and Lily. Fiona scoffed, “why will anyone care. I know I don't.” She said, Lily agreed with her. Goddess, they were perfect for each other. “I will!” Lord Darius held her throat and raced her against the wall, the sound of her head hitting the floor made a gasp leave my lips. I covered my mouth from making any other sound. “She is mine. Mine to toil with. Not yours.” His hands was tighten around her throat. Fiona was trying every possible thing to release herself from his grip. But all to no avail.

"Speaking of relationships. Want to tell me about you and Theron?" Liora's cheeks turned pink. "There's nothing to tell." "Liar," I said. "I've seen how he looks at you. And I know about the letters." "The letters are just friendly correspondence," Liora said, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. "Liora," I said seriously. "Do you like him?" She was quiet for a long moment. "Yeah. I do. A lot. But it's complicated." "Why?" I asked. "Because he's a lord alpha and I'm an omega," Liora said. "Because there's a huge power gap. Because what if I'm reading this all wrong and he just sees me as his sister's friend?"

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.

“which is?” “Blackpine. I want it to be mine.” I scoffed. “You must have gone knots. Blackpine is mine. I won't give you a chance to make my people your puppets…” “Then, Sierra is mine.” He said nonchalantly, refilling his wine glass. “Sierra has done nothing to you. Keep her out of your madness.”

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.