Game Of Thrones Queen Of The North の小説・ストーリー

I motioned him to kneel and he obeyed. "I, Alpha Alexander Adam Auroras, declare you Antonio Erik Auroras, a member of the Northern Lights Pack," I said before I felt his teether to me snap in please by the pack link. I wished there was a way to make him my rightful heir but he wasn't my son by blood, he would have to fight me for it when the time comes. "Now let's go home," I told them. ***** River POV;

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

“My name is Olina Deltz. I am the Princess of the Royal Pack, and this kingdom. Well technically now I am the crown princess as my brother took the throne right before this nonsense started. The day I left I went back home. Waryn came home with me, because he had come to this pack with me when we were toddlers. He was my guardian, here to keep me commpany and also protect me as needed.” “Where is Lana and Jod?” He asks his eyes wide. I don’t know what he was expecting but it wasn’t this. “In the Royal Pack” I smirk. His face drops and he is putting pieces together in his mind, I can tell. “Lana, is mated to my brother Quai.” “The King..” he breathes out. “Yes, the King. She was crowned Quee

“I understand your concerns but I promise you that Beta Neith and I have thought this through and those damned Northern Whispers-” Northern Whispers? Hold up… “Have dominated your winter court already; we cannot stand to have anymore deaths or-” The man's voice broke for only an instant before he caught himself, cleared his throat, and tilted his head in apology; his eyes of a sage green that halfway reminded me of Emrys in a way turned hard. “My Queen,” Queen… So she, this Queen Ashina must be ancestors to King Anton. “Forgive me if this sounds as if I am trying to place myself where I do not belong, but I need to avenge the lives and souls those frozen monsters have stolen from us, the Que

She stood tall, her jaw locked, her eyes burning with a cold, triumphant light. "That's a bold claim, Charlotte," the High Priest murmured. He didn't pick up the cloth. He didn't even lean in. He just stared at it, his fingers laced together over his gold-embroidered robes. "The King’s bed is his own. To suggest his Queen is anything but the girl from the North—"

"She didn't save me, Mother. She left me in a cage. And I am done being a king of a cage." He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "You wanted her gone because you feared her fire. But you forgot one thing about our bloodline. The Thornes didn't conquer the North with fire. We conquered it with the winter. And I am bringing the winter to every house that forced her out." He pushed past her, leaving her weeping on the stone floor.

"The High Council sent an infiltration squad to wake you as a weapon against my people. They are dead. The North is under my protection." The priestess let out a sound that might have been a laugh—a dry, rattling wheeze that echoed off the vaulted ceiling. "The North belongs to the deep, little queen. The Council’s laws and your wolf’s teeth are nothing but dust to the choir. You carry the Seal, but your blood is thin. You are still tethered to the light." With a sudden, violent jerk of her arm, the priestess thrust her long, clawed fingers toward the ceiling.

The fog itself seemed to shiver, pulling tighter, until the figures were so near Mia could see the glint of eyes—silver, countless, unblinking. The pendant pulsed again. Slow, rhythmic. A heartbeat that wasn’t hers. “They’re here,” Mia whispered. Her voice broke like glass. “The ones who rewrote it.” The eyes blinked all at once. Then a ripple of sound, like parchment tearing, cracked the air. The mist split open, revealing not the clearing, but a throne towering in the distance, veiled in shadows. On it sat a figure crowned in violet flame. The Queen. *“For me,”* her voice thundered—not loud, but absolute.

"Mother!" A mortal lifetime of a hundred years was not enough for Queen Gaelamar to forget the voice of her daughter. Her eyes opened slowly, deep into the sockets of her pale, frail face. Her lips were chapped, and white, with green veins running like tree sap through them. Once a figure of great might and beauty, the Queen of the North looked nothing like her former self. "Aelanor," she whispered, as she tried to pull herself on her elbows. "Mother, I am here," Aelanor bowed down to the Queen's bedside, her face shocked and devastated. "Please, do not strain yourself much."

and here she is again, trying to threaten me like she did years ago. “Tyrion, that Prince already showed up from nowhere and claimed her. Isn't it okay for you to let go of anything and act like you never knew her? If you do, you will get a free mind and will likely forget about her…..” my mother preached like she did years ago. “Whatever happened between the Alpha King, his son, and the royal family of the Snow Moon Pack will have nothing to do with you.” As selfish as she is, she isn't even talking about Eden. In all she's saying, she never mentioned her.