Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Si Lord

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

A part of me kept expecting Beta Orion to barge into the house and drag us away. Not wanting her to worry, I nodded. "Good, I will see you later then." With that, she walked out of the room. After she left, I decided to take a walk down to the garden to clear my head. As I climbed down the stairs, I saw Thane climbing up. "How are you doing Sierra?" He asked with a smile on his face. Does the Lycan King know..? I opened my mouth to say that I was fine but my hands kept on trembling and panic filled me.

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

He slowly removed his hand from my chest, though the absence left me feeling instantly exposed and agonizingly cold. "You already know who I am, Elara," he said, his voice dropping to a smooth, lethal register that made my toes curl underneath the silk sheets. "The legends of the Northern Shadows do not end at the river bank. I am King Silas Vane. Ruler of this territory. Protector of the Lycan line. And now... your mate." He said the last two words with a finality that froze the air in my lungs. He didn't sound happy about it.

A six-year blood pact and a child, and we were still just boss and employee to him. Just then, Liam, with tears in his eyes, spoke up first. "Hello, Lord Thorne." His voice was shaking but clear. He even gave a perfect vampire bow. "Mom, let’s go." It felt like someone had just crushed my heart. My son. My sweet six-year-old boy, choosing to call his own father "Lord Thorne." "Let’s go, baby." I forced a smile and grabbed Liam’s hand tight. As we passed them, Bastian suddenly grabbed my arm.

“Seen meeting with a cloaked figure near the southern gates this afternoon. Thorne confirmed it was Silas.” The pieces were aligning. Elara dressed in a simple yet regal night robe and moved to her window. The moon was higher now, its light stronger, feeding her power. She practiced weaving shadow tendrils again, wrapping them around a chair and crushing it effortlessly. But as the tendrils dissipated, a new vision flickered in her mind, stronger than before. King Darius, standing on a grand summit balcony, his silver eyes locking onto hers across a crowded hall. The true mate bond snapped like lightning in the vision, heat flooding her core instantly.

If I open my mouth and speak, the vibration in my throat might carry, and then they will know she has a voice, and the whole carefully constructed plan of keeping her quiet goes up in smoke. So I growl again and put everything into it—my authority, my title, twenty years of being the most feared predator in this territory—and aim it directly at Drokk. …he responds by flopping the other direction so his other side is facing up. An invitation. As if I have brought Sienna here specifically to service him. She is MINE. My fingers. My scratches. My mate. As if feeling my anger, Sienna goes rigid on my back. Her thighs clamp against my ribs, and her breathing goes shallow and fast.

“Wait, wait, wait. Hold on one goddamn minute here. Backtrack.. Who is the boytoy, and are you saying you killed my men?” “I had to kill them, Tywin. They were attacking us, we were severely outnumbered and they were crazy. And this is Prince Lucas, Silvan’s little brother and my personal plaything. And no, you cannot have him.” “You have a brother?” Tywin turns to Silvan, sounding more angry at the fact that I’m here than his men are dead. “Yes, so? You lied to me Tywin.” “I lied? That rich coming from you, Silvan.” Tywin answers, his voice rising.

I tapped my hand rhythmically as they brought the kingdom’s matters before me. But my mind was far away from whatever they were talking about. Saraphina. I didn’t know when I whispered that name. What was happening to me? "Your majesty.....your majesty," Darius tapped me by the shoulder. "Is everything all right?" he whispered into my ears. I nodded. " my king," the vampire lord stood up, organizing himself. I saw how much pride he carried himself with. "I think this is the perfect time for you to take a wife."

" You humiliated me first, that is clear, and now you blame me? I felt exhausted, and Leon's words rang in my ears: she was not worthy of me! My whole body and mind went straight to the bottom, and I tried to get him out of my heart altogether, but his shadow never wavered! He has been carved into my very marrow, unless I die! But what can I do now? Not only me, but even my family is caught up in this Game of Thrones. And Leon, the game's rule-maker, will sit on his throne and watch grimly. He is the king, and every one must submit at his feet, including me! "I want you, now!" Leon commanded me, "Take off your clothes and go to the throne!" " I must do His will, even though my sight be dim w