Games Of Thrones Blonde Novels & Stories

“So, what colours were her hair and eyes?" Xavier gently placed her on her feet. Athena was eager to know the answer. Xavier leaned close to her, his breath fanning against the skin on her face. Athena was chewing on her bottom lip, desperate for Xavier to tell her the colours. He knew he was wicked for this, but he just couldn't help himself. He lifted his right hand and coiled some of her platinum blond hair around his fingers. “She had tall, ash blonde hair just like this.” He raised her hair up to his nose and took a deep whiff. Athena gulped.

I sank to the floor as my head throbbed. I heard footsteps outside the door and scrambled back to the bed. The door swung open, and a shadowy figure stood in the doorway. He flicked a switch on the wall next to the door. My eyes blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the bright light. I looked up to see Dan stood there smiling. “I did tell him you were mine.” “Why are you doing this?” I cried. “Because you are mine.”

Mira looked at him shocked as he smudged the colour on her face, colouring her in red from forehead to jaw, ruining her white dress which she wore to irritate him. "Happy Holi, my little fire!" He smiled evilly at her. She just glared at him with her beautiful eyes. "Aren't you going to colour me?" He mocked. "I don't have colours" She replied glaring hatefully at him. "Then get it" He ordered looking back with the same hate which was for her white dress. He was feeling victorious when he smudged it with red colour. She smirked and pulled out the knife from his waistband. Damon looked at her as she grabbed his hand and made the cut on his palm. She did it so fast that even Damon couldn't add

She was acting a bit weird this morning but seeing this note calmed my nerves. "Sir Kevan of the Art department?" I looked up to find beautiful pale blue eyes staring down at me. I had never seen such beautiful hair that was not Nara's. Nara's was strange but this was not. Blonde hair was rare in Avalor and only the royal family had blondes in them. It looked so silky and I just wanted to touch it. Like every other,she was in her uniform but they did little to hide the curves beneath the gown. On her neck there was a gold necklace,whose pendant rested on her bosoms perfectly. She had a rare kind of beauty and her scent was as beautiful. Roses with a hint of vanilla. Her lips twitched slightl

the blonde vamp with the high and tight haircut bellowed, blocking our way out. "Man, give it up!" Verus replied, as if the blonde Rambo was holding a pop gun. "You're the only one left! Drake is dead! It's over!" "Not to me," the blonde Rambo replied, pulling the trigger as a shower of bullets ricocheted within the metal walls. Within a second, I ran up the wall, using it for leverage, then pushed off and landed on him, knocking him to the ground, then rammed my Ballistics knife deep into his chest.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

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.

If her aunt showed up, she didn’t want them to wait. Morning rolled in, and a car stopped in front of Athena’s house. A woman who was just as beautiful as her mother got out of the car and ran inside the place to find Cleon and Athena. To her, Athena resembled her sister in every single way except for her hair; while Iris had dusty blond hair, her husband had the darkest hair, dark as the raven’s feathers. Her eyes narrowed at Athena, and something flickered in her eyes, and little Athena had no clue what it was. “Did you pack your bags?” Blanche asked Athena, who had little Cleon in her arms.

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.

Our body is not accustomed to their presence. They are slowly descending and my eyes are locked on the female blondie. She stopped a few feet from the ground. I now have a better look at her. Her eyes are the color of Amaranthine, it has an identical shade to Erenea's eyes. Her hair is ghostly blonde. She's extremely beautiful. Her white creamy skin is like a delicacy and spotless. The air around her is different from any of us. The woman smiled when her eyes fell on Elijah. Her eyes sparkled and her lips slowly curved into a sweet smile.