Jon X Margaery Novels & Stories

His voice was low and calm. He was not joking. How could Margaret not understand? “You are crazy! Are you not embarrassed of all the shenanigans that outsiders have been seeing? How could that idea even exist?” Margaret rushed to the other side of his line of sight. Jonah simply turned away again. At this point, Jonah truly had no empathy and was determined. Margaret was heartbroken.

Behind them was a tall slender man with short auburn hair and steel blue eyes, beside him, was an average-height, fair-skinned girl with short light-brown hair with green edges and gemstone green orbs dressed in a druid leather armor cloak. ' Alpha Jon of The Wildclaw pack' Amaria thought. The Wildclaw pack is the fourth most powerful pack; they are the only pack that breeds humans, especially humans who are mages. Theon smiled and asked,“ Alpha Jon, Alpha Esmeralda, what took you so long? ” “ Greetings your highness,” they all said with a bow. “We are sorry for our late arrival, this is Teresa, she is one of our youngest mages”, Jon said introducing the girl beside him.

"Hello everyone here I am Xavier Morgal. I promise you all I would do everything in my power to protect this family and eliminate those filthy creatures" I rolled my eyes at him. I wonder who is filthy here, you or they? "As you all know I will be the next leader of Morgal and I hope you will give the same love and respect when I become the leader of all hunters after my fiance, Kimberly Stone and I get married". He is my what?

Her brows furrowed and she stared at my face for a little longer. "Listen, I know it's difficult for you too. But you should know that Tyrion and Ava has loved each other since they were pups. They were born just a day apart and has been inseparable since than. And now she's pregnant with his child yet Alpha Jonathan has announced her marking ceremony tomorrow. It's difficult. Believe me. " She sighed. I bit my lip and controlled my tears. I had nothing to say. "But in all this remember that you are a female and we respect each other. Don't try anything stupid to test Tyrion's patience. "

We walked in silence through winding halls and torch-lit corridors until we reached the towering court doors. They opened. Inside, Bainer, Nyomei, and Lotanni stood together. So did Orin—the mage with energy burst magic who fought Nyomei and lost. I knew this because Lotanni made me watch the fight recap just to prove Nyomei was nothing like her human self when in beast form. But what truly caught me off guard was seeing Brand. He stood next to Orin, and unlike the others, he was a second-year cadet at the Sky Border. His presence among us left a strange taste in my mouth. Were we all called here because of him?

MORGANA’S POV When I open my eyes, I find myself in a strange place. I don’t know where I am but I am not at the castle and I am not in Damon’s room. I’m surrounded by a thick fog and the air is filled with an eerie silence. I rub by shoulders in an attempt to warm myself from the cold. Where am I?

“I know, my love, it’s just nice to hear them. You don’t know how proud I am to have you as my wife. I consider myself lucky if you ask me.” She rolled her eyes, but they got interrupted before she could speak. “My king, my queen.” Margaret bowed her head and Xavier released Mia’s waist and they turned to her. “Luna,” Mia called and turned to Xavier to introduce them. “Xavier, this is luna Margaret of the east region. She’s also an elder of the Maidens Court.” He nodded at Margaret. “Mia has spoken a few times about you, luna. Keep up the good work.”

"I heard you. In the dark... I dreamt of you every day." She looked up and saw Serenity, Alex, and Mia standing nearby. "And this must be my family," Margaret smiled weakly. "Grandchildren?" "Yes," Jackson wiped his tears, helping her stand. "Alex and Mia. And my wife, Serenity. She is... she is Aurelia." Margaret’s eyes widened with recognition. "Aurelia? The Montbert heir? Then Arthur truly has triggered the end game." She gripped Jackson’s arm tightly. Her expression turned serious, the scientist returning.

I let that poison run, and it did what poison does: it killed the good thing I’d been given. Her voice softened, but the conviction remained. “Please respect my wishes, Margo.” And my mother, with tears in her voice, whispered, “I will.” It felt like a door closing with finality. I pushed off the wall and went back inside. Father had both twins perched at the edge of the mattress, Brian explaining something about a dragon with the seriousness of a statesman, Arya nodding, correcting him in whispers, then kissing Father’s cheek like a promise. Margo stood near the bed, one hand curled over her heart, the other dabbing uselessly at tears.

I stood up from the bed and helped Margery gather some hair brushes from her vanity. “Lydia!” Margery sighed as she threw down the shirt in her hand. “I know it's a bad idea but it's the only idea!” My steps faltered as I paused and turned to face Margery. “What do you mean?” “Look,” Margery sighed deeply. “Vren is a prince of Thoranelle. His mother is powerful, ruthless but also the only reason for peace between Thoranelle and the werewolf packs,” “I don't think I understand,” I shook my head as my thoughts raced.