Game Of Thrones Septa Unella Novels & Stories

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.”

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

Had they found out and sent someone to kill her already? “No... that’s not possible. Compose yourself Sera, no one else knows yet..” She assured herself before opening the door to find a middle aged, attractive looking woman standing there. Her eyes which were still puffy from crying all morning quickly scanned her appearance and realizes with horror that this woman was a doctor. She never requested for a doctor, so what was she doing here?. "Good afternoon, Your Highness," the kind- looking doctor greeted politely. "My name is doctor Elara and I’m here to make sure you're alright. King Alistair has sent me out of deep concern for your health."

It is still raining so I’m hoping if I get her inside and warm, she will relax a little. After removing her wet clothes and placing her in bed with warm pyjamas on I walk over to Silvia and Uhtred waiting silently by the door. “You are going to make a great Mate Troy.” Silvia smiles at me and I blush slightly. Uhtred clears his throat, “So what did Uncle say? Did he tell you what happened?” “Not to me but hopefully Octavia got that information out of him before she connected me in their link. He did say that Gisela is in Valhalla, so she must have been killed with the others.”

Dr Joon faked a blush and turned away. "Aunty Anna, have you seen serious Chen?. I've been asking daddy but he just won't answer my question" Ella pouted. Anna clenched her fists and looked down, thinking back to that horrible night and that cold body in front of her, Anna's eyes turned cold. Shola noticing her change in expression sighed and looked at Ella "Serious Chen has gone far away honey, he isn't coming back" Ella's eyes widened "Is he dead!?" Shola nodded at the girl, she took a deep ready for the girl to throw a tantrum.

EDEN. Prince Geralt approached me and Tyrion. He had his arms folded against his chest, his face contorted. “What is my right-hand man doing with a demoted Beta?” his voice resounded in my ears. “I'm talking to you, Tyrion…..” “I should take the blame, although Ava caused it all.” Tyrion stood up. By then, I was already healed and felt so light. The pains had subsided so I could do whatever on my own. “If she had confronted me first about what brought her here, I wouldn't have wasted my time trying to help her.”

The alpha says. I grab onto Reece's arm and the pain just got worse and... why the fuck and I getting horny now. I feel the pain rushing through every part of me and I feel an impossible urge to get closer to Reece and as he wraps his arms around me, I get even more turned on.. Accompanied with the pain, it's the most excruciating feeling ever. "She's been given a heat drug too." Reece's dad states.

“Hevian was supposed to become the next Alpha King. Untouchable. Feared. But because of you, a bastard wants to compete for his throne!” Her nails dug into Una’s throat. “But now?” Elantra’s voice shook with fury. “He risks everything just to protect you.” Una could barely breathe. “Fine… kill me…” “Beg louder.” Tears streamed down Una’s face as Elantra threw her onto the floor again. Pain radiated through her ribs. Elantra walked slowly toward the kitchen counter and picked up a knife. The silver blade reflected the candlelight. Una’s body froze. Knowing her death was approaching. “No…”