Game Of Thrones Septa Unella Novels & Stories

He opened it. She held out the phone. He read it. When he looked up his expression had the quality of something that had been held for a very long time and had finally been given permission to land. "Mara Soleil," he said quietly. "She's alive," Nora said. "She's ninety-four. She's in the regional authority's historical record as the beneficiary of a sealed private transfer from the Vael bloodline." She held his gaze. "The High Court's proceeding against Aldara surfaced the sealed file as part of the review of the bloodline's historical actions." She paused. "Someone submitted a request for contact."

" Dr Lee asked. "I am Larna. I am a beta. I have been rejected. My heart is broken." Ella replied in her hypnotised state. "Who is Seth?" Dr Lee asked. "He is an alpha. A prince. He had rejected me." Ella replied. "Who is Seth ?" Dr Lee asked again. "He is Bobby."Ella replied." I loved him, so much." A tear slid down her cheek. Dr Lee made notes. " Did you ever want to be intimate with him?"

LYRA’S POV “Traitor! May the gods forbid! You deserve to die! Witch!” The clamor of the people echoed in my ear as the Chariot rolled slowly behind the scene unfolding before me. I sat on the open-roof royal chariot with Jake by my side, our fingers interlocked with each other on his thigh watching the crowd boo and throw garbage at Ella who was dragged along the road by mean guards. Partaking in the procession was Selene, who was dressed in her traditional long black robe. Her wavy silver hair cascaded down her shoulders. In her hands was the cup of shame from which Ella must drink from and forever be damned till death calls.

to prove her training methods were sound. She lifted her chin, her eyes fixed on the Enforcer with a crazed certainty. "Watch closely." "I am Elara. I am Selena's Alpha mother." It was a fact. The absolute truth. And yet...

“Release her.” Alara hesitated, but before she could answer, Darius moved first. He gently pulled Selena behind him, placing himself between her and the raging Luna. “No woman deserves this,” he said evenly. The simple act sent another wave of whispers racing through the crowd as Seraphine stared at Darius in disbelief.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

I looked at her across the dark room — the witch my mate had died protecting the secret of, the last of a bloodline that the most powerful people in my world had spent thirty years hunting, the woman who had stood beside me in my own hall and faced down Maren Holt with nothing but truth and refused to be anything less than what she was. "Elara would have liked you," I said. It was not what I had planned to say. I hadn't planned to say anything. The words arrived from somewhere below planning and spoke themselves, and I watched them land on Selene's face and watched something move there — fast and deep and immediately controlled, pressed back behind the wall where she kept everything that mat

A fully grown, dangerous man kneels before a sixteen-year-old girl. “Miss Sheraphina Vale,” he said quietly. “Daughter of Ariel Adrastus Vale. Heir of the Serpent Crown. We finally found you.” Sheraphina staggered back, breath catching. Her mother. Her mother’s name. The one no one speaks. The one erased from every document. “You knew my mother?” her voice cracked despite her trying to control it. The man raises his head slightly. “I was her shield.” Elias’s brows drew together—tight, sharp, angry.

🎀CHAPTER EIGHT🎀 Sera was in the corridor, holding the food tray, walking carefully when someone stepped into her path. She stopped. Queen Selith stood there, servants lined up behind her. She was young—too young to be a queen—and painfully beautiful. Her gaze dropped to the tray in Sera’s hands. “What’s this? Taking it back, are you?” the queen asked. Sera shifted her grip. “Oh… I—um. It’s for Prince Nil. He said he wasn’t hungry.”