Game Of Thrones Male Si Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I am Alpha Caspian of the Iron-Claw. I am the leader of the Northern Reach. I don't care how big you are. She is my mate by agreement.. She has done something bad to my family." When Caspian mentioned the thing Sienna started crying. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Caspian, please... The baby... I feel really weak. The forest is really cold." Malachi, the Healer, finally moved. He didn't look at Caspian. He looked at Sienna. A mean smile was on his face. It's the kind of smile a scientist gives to a bug. "The forest isn't cold, girl, " Malachi said. His voice seemed to come from the trees. "The forest is honest.. You? You are a lie."

barely had time to register the envy in those eyes before a hand snaked out from a nearby alcove and grabbed her wrist. She twisted on instinct, but the male was already there. Lycan. Tall, dirty blonde-haired, his mouth curved in a lazy, ugly smirk. He didn't get more chance—when another body collided with him. No, not collided. Unleashed. Samkiel had the Lout against a pillar before she could even blink. One arm locked across the male’s throat, his hair flaring wide behind him. Shadows from the low light played over every inch of his muscle-strung form. “You so much as breathe on her again,” Samkiel growled, pressing harder, “and I’ll rip out your throat and fuck you with it.” The Ly

Her heart heavy with disappointment. "Ohh Azriel," Alyssia's high-pitched voice broke the silence. Sienna's head snapped up in his direction. He was entering through the door. With a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and heavy boots, her mate was acing the rugged look. His hair was messy and some of the black strands were falling over his silver eyes. She hoped she was not drooling. He looked like a rogue among royals. He looked exactly what he was. A big bad wolf who loves to play with his prey. And the way he was staring at her with those steely orbs it was obvious she was his prey. Sienna clenched her thighs. The memories of last night came rushing back. He was nothing short of a fan

I could tell because mine are the same. As we walked down the hall, I couldn’t help but analyze him. He was taller than me by a few inches, with dark hair and dark eyes. His skin was sun-kissed for what I can only guess is outdoor training. He’s as big as any Alpha male I have ever seen. “Mate.” Thora just kept repeating it over and over. “We found him, Thora. Now, what do we do?” “We mate and mark him as ours.” Right when she said that, Silas pulled me into a guest bedroom.

~Sienna “First, Elora Daniels,” I announce, striding back and forth. Onyx lets out a pained groan, tipping his head back. “Sienna…” “She lives on the Western edge of the Pack. Her father owns a vast amount of land on which he harbours numerous successful orchards.” I tilt my head to the side. “Impressive.” Onyx shakes his head, shifting in his seat. He's been condemned to the chair in front of the fire, forced to listen to me read from four individual profiles that detail who his future wife may be.

Sienna made a telling-secret look, covering her mouth and whispering, "But he is gay and dislikes women." "What!" The receptionist screamed, and everyone in the hall looked at them. She simply continued like she didn't realize, "Really? Impossible! Such a handsome man is a homosexual? What happened to the world! There were only a few good men, and they all like men. I thought I met my Mr. Right. Why am I so unlucky...? I met my Mr. Right. Why am I crying...?" She said and almost began to cry. Sienna was merely stunned and suddenly understood a little why the character of Grayson was so cold.

“No. Because you are my mate and you belong by my side, nowhere else. Especially not close to any males that think it's fine to touch you so openly.” Ciaran had gotten under his skin. I liked the thought of that. Shrugging, I smiled at him. Sweetly. Innocently. “You first have to get out of those chains, buddy. Sorry to disappoint. Now, keep your mouth shut. They’ll leave me alone as long as they think we are talking and you are wasting my time.” Siya’s eyebrows knit together. Jaw muscles feathered. “You have no urge to know what my sister is planning? What she wants?”

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."

Suddenly, a super loud, happy shout comes blasting out of his computer glass. "Whoa! Was that your new mate? She is super cute! Vickon, you lucky son of a rogue!" Vickon snaps his brain back to normal, his deep voice turning icy cold: "Shut your jaw, Tavien Drake." "Oh, come on! My own life is miserable enough already, can't my eyes at least watch a little bit of your happy mate-bond?" The other male says, making his voice sound super sad and pathetic. On the flat screen, a video line is wide open. The male on the other side is a super handsome playboy type, and just like Vickon, his body is sitting in a mechanical transport chair.

Personality description: domineering, impatient, possessive, charming, straightforward, resourceful, self-disciplined, intuitive, adaptable, determined Family: James Wood (father) Diana Wood (mother dead) Arya Wood (younger sister) Friends: Daniel Williams (best friend) John Davies (best friend) This story will only be updated in February. follow me on Instagram for sneak peek and news about updates @peyton_iuga