Game Of Thrones Septa Unella Novels & Stories

Anya of the Redfangs. Kael’s Beta, Rowan, stood silently behind me like a shadow. And then… there was her. Selene. Alpha of the Obsidian Thorns. Tall. Cruel. Eyes like knives. “I heard you found a girl buried beneath the Hollow,” she said, sipping something dark from a steel goblet. “How poetic.” “She’s not a girl,” I said. “She’s a Vale heir. My blood. And she’s dangerous.” “Dangerous to you?” Selene asked, cocking her head. “Or to your claim to the Luna crown?”

Dimitry hissed, “He wouldn’t dare. Not here. Not while the Luna is watching.” My heart nearly stopped. Luna? “What Luna?” the man asked sharply. Demitry’s lips curled, voice low and vicious. “You didn’t hear it from me. But the Moirea girl? Elena? The daughter of Sepharine and the last of one of the bloodlines, royal specifically. She’s not dead. Rumour says she’s alive and she’s somewhere close. If the Alpha finds out before I do, we’ll all be corpses feeding the roots.”

Elara's POV The door opened without waiting for our permission, wards parting with a reluctant groan as if coerced. Three figures entered the chamber, their presence a chill draft cutting the sensual warmth we'd cultivated—two guardians in full rune-plate armor, visors down but eyes visible through slits, glowing with enhancement spells; flanked between them, a woman in layered indigo robes embroidered with archival sigils that shimmered like captured starlight. Archivist-General Selene Vire—older than Maerin by decades, sharper in intellect, and infinitely more dangerous because she believed, with fervent zeal, that systems could tame any chaos, bend any anomaly to order's will. Her silver

The Forgotten Crown had arrived—and they were done hiding. Guards unsheathed their blades. The Council stood in protest. Arian’s eyes burned with conflict, with heartbreak, with fury he couldn’t voice. And Elira whispered, “The throne is surrounded by thorns—but I’ve bled too long to be afraid of them now.” ⸻ Gasps rippled like waves across the room, but Elira didn’t flinch. Silas moved to her side, his presence a silent warning. The woman in violet—Serenya—stood just behind, her hood now lowered, revealing the once-thought-dead daughter of House Myrren. A ghost reborn in fury.

She crossed over to her dad’s side and placed a kiss on her sister’s forehead, then she whispered to her dad, “Can we talk in private?” As she didn’t want to ruin the moment or alarm her mom. The older werewolf nodded in reply and handed Teresa over to his mate whose attention he had called through mind link. Paulina was beyond happy to have a full house. To make her joy complete, Isabel before following her dad to his study told her through mind link to prepare a room for David because he was going to be under their care for the time being.

Lilith who was full of envy and resentment, obeyed no matter how much she dislikes it. The throne was promised to her long ago, even on the time Elspeth was already born, the crown was promised to her. Until Veronica was born, everything Hikaris have promised her was then dedicated to the woman with amethyst eyes: Veronica. “Is everybody ready?” Taylor asked as she points her rifle on the exact angle to distract the guards. “We are ready to engage, General.” Taylor’s team said in union.

Lem, let go of her. "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

I wonder why she's hiding her identity. "Today I have witnessed your resistance towards death. I'm impressed. No life has been taken, thanks to the three of you. But I just want to warn you all, everything in this game is real and unreal. Congrats, you made it to the real game." he said then it went off again. I felt the chills ran down my spine. "Hey, congrats..." one of the contenders approached me. She has bob short hair and is wearing glasses. "Oh, hello! Congrats too!" I greeted. She smiled at me and pulled something from her back.

Aileen replied, almost whispering to the wind. "I see." The lady with red hair and gray eyes, like Scheriziel, smiled wickedly. The lady smiled because she smelled something interesting about the girl in front of her. "Anyway, let me introduce myself. It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies, especially you," she added and stared at Aileen. She cleared her throat and resumed, "I'm Khaleesi." "The pleasure is mine. My name is Ai- I mean Scheriziel. And this is my trusted friend Athena." The queen was nervous and had almost slipped her real name.

She was fuming with anger as her eyes landed on me. "I guess someone is not going to come back alive, today. " She said loud enough for everyone to hear. Alpha Tyrion gripped my arm tightly and gave her a hard stare. She understood to not open her mouth again. "Ava stop being so salty. " Another Luna answered. Ava made a face and walked inside the woods while Alpha Kristian ran after her. "Thank you. " I said. "No problem, Celine. I am Luna Sephora of the Sapphire Moon Kingdom. " She introduced herself.