Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Si Lord นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lorenzo's speech is slow and almost inaudible, like someone near death. Sienna raises an amused eyebrow, "Wow, the lord did quite a number on you, didn't he?" Sienna's gaze grows suspiciously dark, "I see, even with my help you weren't able to complete the Job. How useless." She grinds her teeth with contempt. "You… you were right." "Huh?" "You were right. The lord indeed has changed. I am sorry I didn't believe you." Sienna tsks with frustration, "What's the use of a dead man's apologies? Sooner or later you would perish. Wouldn't it have been better if you kept your pride, at least that would accompany you to the grave."

It was then that I realized that she was in the room with us. Alejandro's glare shifted towards her and even if I didn't bother to turn around and look at her. I could sense how stiff she had become and how the rest of the words had died in her mouth. “Are you saying my sister is a liar?” He said. The quietness of his voice held a silent promise to inflict pain if care wasn't taken. “You know that's not what I meant, your lord,” she finally said after a brief moment of anxious silence. “I'm not obligated to know anything. Last I checked, I don't have the power to read minds so don't you dare expect that of me,” he said again. His eyes traveled back to me.

Thorin would like to take control. "What about making love with your wolf this time, Logan?!" I suggested. His wolf smirked and nodded. "I will let Shiva do the act!" I smiled. I heard a growl coming from Logan, which I knew was Thorin. Shiva was also excited at the idea. She hastily came forward upon giving her a path to take. My eyes flickered from moss green to Shiva's emerald orbs, giving Thorin a signal that my wolf was now prepared.

--- The Dark Towers "You foolish and greedy woman," High Lord Rhovan said, and his voice went through the stone walls. "Once again, your hunger for power has blinded you. How dare you think of taking the throne of the Alpha of the pack that took you in and made you Beta. Have you no sense at all. You have shown yourself to be of no use to me." Lydia Voss knelt on the cold floor with her head bowed. "I beg for your forgiveness, my lord."

I gasped. "I spent my life trying to sit on that throne," he growled, his hands glowing with a final, desperate burst of his own stolen power. "If the Abyss wants a Sovereign, it can have the one who built the door!" He shoved me backward with a force that sent me flying into Thane’s arms. Before I could reach out, Silas let the shadows consume him. He didn't fight the pull; he embraced it. The violet coils wrapped around him, lifting him into the sky.

She felt much better but she really needed time to think and sort out her feelings. Silas loved her, with an obsessive love. If she was to stay with him she must be strong enough not to allow him to turn her into obedient nothing. She must remain in control, she must tame this Master. She knew his fears and she knew how he felt about her. It would be a big fat lie to say she didn’t have any feelings for him. Arya loved that fucked up man. He was her Mate, father to be and her lover. The funny thing was she somehow understood why he did that, she decided not to justify his acts but she simply understood that weird man’s feelings. He was a control freak. Well she will give him a lesson today t

At least, now that she is going to get trained into a strong woman, she also needs to come up with tactics to find the people holding her Mom captive. Lord Ray teleported himself into the dark corridor that led to the meeting hall. He guessed that the Elders of the Volturi could be there and his guess was right. Just as he entered, everyone raised their brows in curiosity. A gaspe nearly escaped from Lyla's lip on seeing her dream prince enter inside. Her eyes also teared up because she was darn worried about him. She just wished that she had the right to ask him where he had been all this while. "Welcome back, My Lord." They all said in unison.

'He taught me how to love but not how to stop. ' ~ Celine's POV : Alpha Tyrion glared at me, waiting for an answer. I gulped the saliva down my throat as to find words to calm him down. "You deserve the throne... " I whispered. He raised his left brow suspiciously, " And you don't want that to happen. " I shook my head, " I will do my best to be on your side forever. " He slammed the door of the car angrily and before getting in the seat he muttered, " I don't want you by my side. "

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

“The Dradonian magic gamo is dark, George. More evil than anything evil I’ve come across in my years of walking the earth. I have witnessed their terror and it’s suffocating. Are you a descendant?” I feel a sense of panic crawl at his throat as he tenses. His throat bub and his face falls, “ I am nothing like them.” He says calmly. “The red-hair lady, Si…. She is your sister?” I ask, nodding my head to gesture him to his horse-blood hair color. His eyes snaps up, shock at my realization. He notates for a second and in a calm tone, “Yes, my Lord.” He hisses through his teeth. “I am not evil and believe me, I will not bring any harm to the princess.”