Game Of Thrones Queen Of The North Novels & Stories

The North territory was called Magiza by the locals because it was inhabited mostly by magical beings—which included witches, wizards, and any being capable of using their inner force or manipulating an external force to achieve a goal. There were many types of magic — Water Magic, Fire Magic, Nature Magic, Healing Magic… it was a lot. The North was ruled and dominated mostly by witches and wizards and they could have both as their King and Queen but the last ruler of the North was the Witch Queen of the North; Her Majesty Jyria. I blinked. "Jyria became Queen?" That wasn't in my memory. I continued reading anyway. Queen Jyria possessed water magic, breaking the law of royalties possessing m

Every noble house in the kingdom, hearing that Alaric's curse was broken, rushed to offer their daughters. At a council meeting, the High Elder brought it up again: the North needed a queen. An heir. Alaric just looked up. "I've already chosen my queen." "Her name is Wren." The news sent shockwaves through the kingdom. Whispers ran through every clan: the new king has lost his mind—he's making a wolf-less waste his queen. The council fought him tooth and nail. Alaric didn't waver. He gave Wren the grandest coronation the North had seen in a century.

He continues in a deadly voice, “And anyone who disrespects the Queen will be punished.” For a brief moment in time, no one moves. No one speaks. And then, grandpa raises a hand and Alpha Kaden motions for him to stand. “My Lord, may I know precisely what you mean by Luna Queen?’ grandpa asks after getting to his feet. There is so much caution and hope in his voice. Alpha Kaden chuckles a little at grandpa’s question. “It simply means that the position of the Queen of the North belongs once and for all to Liliana.”

I didn't care much about the royalty figures and alphas but I was worried about common people under their reign. My hold around Nicholus's arm tightened, "Do you think they'll accept us?" His gaze hardened, "I do not care about their opinions." I swallowed, "But..." He flared his nostrils, "You are MY wife and you don't need to be afraid of anyone." His voice softened a bit as he said, "You are the Queen of the North. Just hold your head high and your morals higher." I took a moment to absorb his words. Lifting my chin, I nodded firmly.

The one who walked too lightly for a man with so much knowledge. He bowed, lower than usual. “Forgive the intrusion, my queen. I bring news... and perhaps an opportunity.” I said nothing. Only tilted my head. He closed the door behind him, stepping further into the chamber, his expression tight with urgency. “The northern rebellion is growing. They seek a figurehead. Not a warrior. A queen. A symbol.”

I said smiling at her and handed her the cup with my blood. She took it and looked me in the eyes, "I Arya Knox, princess of Zanaerys, daughter of Alpha Maximo Knox and Luna Hannia Knox accept you my King Alpha Lanox North as my mate and life partner and I accept my bond with the North Clan as their Luna Queen, I promise to be fair and protect them." said Arya and I could not help but raise my head with pride, as she took from the cup, drinking my blood, sealing our union with her words.

This time she had broken the anchor. She stood up, her skin shimmering with a faint, metallic light. Her heart didn't just start, it thundered. She was the Queen of the North, and she had just found her King and she was going to do anything she could to protect him…

When she looked at me like I was more than the monster they all feared? Was it a game to her? A door slammed open. I didn't move, but my eyes snapped to the source. One of my warriors stumbled in, out of breath, his hand over his chest like he’d run the whole way. “My Lord,” he panted. I didn’t speak. Just waited. He bowed his head quickly. “We found her. The woman from that night.” My heart stopped for a beat. He swallowed. “She’s from the Moonbane pack.”

I look around the room and notice that everyone is in some sort of pain except for me. “The woman you keep calling a no-name whore is my twin sister. Eira Sol Nordin. First daughter and second in line to the North throne! She is a warrior, a friend, she is everything a Queen should be. Unfortunately she was kidnapped as a child and was found by her pack. With that being said, no matter where she was, she was still royalty by birth!” “Those are lies! The north doesn’t have any kings or queens!” Elder Beacon pipes up from the floor. I had almost forgotten he was there, trembling like the weak pathetic wolf that he is.

She finds it hard to watch Althea, her sister, get tight whenever she comes close, and she always bats her eyes in rejection when she looks at her. Even though I can scarcely see Kohl because of my poor vision, his golden eyes attract my attention when I see him. she said to herself. Kohl's lips were pursed as he looked straight into my soul as they drew closer and shared a passionate kiss. The essence of love overpowered the speed of light that flashed across their heads. Naomi, taken aback by the odd title, questioned, "Who? Me, Queen?" as Prince Kohl whispered to her, "Queen of the iron throne." Just a housekeeper at the Palace, remember? I'm not one of the maids vying for your love.