Oberyn Martell Daughters Novels & Stories

Since leaving Avalon, so many of our kind had lost their way, mated to humans, losing memory of where their ancestors started, creating children with only a spark of magic left within them. But you only need a spark to ignite a flame. My task, my assignment, is to watch over the line of Morgana Regina Primus, descendants of Morgana’s only son, Mordred, who in turn had three daughters, often called the Fates of Avalon, three exceptionally powerful oracles. Each one has hundreds of descendants that span generations, sometimes crossing with other regal bloodlines. This line is especially important, as it is the most potent, having crossed over itself several times, containing the blood of all t

“Milton, you too!” Ayla never thought Zell was a woman. Or related to Atlas. “Your daughter is your second in command?” asked Rhobart. Atlas looked at Zell with pride. “Yes. Zellenya Sangrey, my daughter and second in command.” He waved his hand up and down in the griffins’ direction. “Cyan and Eydyia.” “Nice to meet you, Zellenya! I am Rhobart Braveheart!” “Please, call me Zell. I am also glad to meet you, King of Nordmar.” She spoke with the same heavy accent as Atlas.

Before King Andrew’s death back then, Johanna Delafontaine gave birth to a son, Anderson Athanasia who married Edwina Pierson in his adulthood. Loretta Claymore gave birth to a daughter, Victoria Athanasia who married Ear Conwyn as soon as she reached the marriageable age. As for Prince Roman, he was raised by his nanny and was given the surname Rune. He then married Olivette Savoy when he grew up, and made a long line of descendants with her. Queen Andromache married Lysander Martel, a prince of another Kingdom. The current Martel clan are their descendants. But all of Andrew’s offsprings’ and descendants’ lives changed at the age of twenty eight years old, the same age when Andrew plotted

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

"Yes. Let's drink to that." We toast, taking mouthfuls of our wine. We settle our glasses down, but King Orion refills his glass soon after. "Now I must warn you about my daughters. The first, Elodie, not only inherited her mother's colouring, but her temperament as well--she's stubborn and strong-willed, but also sharp as a dagger. Imatra, my middle child, is a bit removed from the kingdom's affairs. She wants to leave and start a new life here on earth. And my last..." His eyes soften. "Elenora is closest to my heart. She's lovely and delightful, but... there's a reason she's closest to my heart." Something dark passes behind his gaze, but it's gone too soon.

Aelnith Eventide The Witch Queen Carmun had three sons. The Dain, Dub, and Dother. Each one was marked by terrible dark magic. It each one with different, dark gifts. Aelnith stood holding River, in the cover of a copse of trees. Where the Dain had been a hulking, foul monster, Dub was merely a shadow. That didn't mean that Dub was harmless or somehow a safer choice than the Dain, it merely meant his magic and darkness was that much more subtle and insidious.

"We had stumbled upon that organism years ago, during one of our wildlands explorations. Annabelle and I." "Who is Annabelle?" I asked in confusion. "Isobel's twin sister." She revealed, and my eyes fell on Isobel, who had the hardened expression on her face. Isobel had a twin sister?! "She stop being my sister when she tapped into the dark magic that ultimately consumed her." "Wait..... your sister is a rogue now?" I asked Isobel, who nodded. "Had been even before Brienne married your father." She replied. It was slowly beginning to connect. Annabelle had been the one who discovered the Rainos alongside my mother. Now, she was a rogue.

How did it fucking slip my mind that the woman I hate the most happened to be the daughter of his late Fated? I sigh, shrugging his hand off. “What do you expect me to do? She’s responsible for Myrcella’s death; her entire family and guild have murdered my own and continue to murder those close to me. Do you want me to just give up on my plans because of who her mother was?” He shakes his head. “You know that I don’t,”

They all stop when they got to the castle halls. “This is the royalty hall. This is where the previous kings and queens’ portrait are hanged,” the woman ask “Who are you?” Isolde ask “I am Queen Maren,” the woman said “Where is Queen Maria?” Daniel ask “My grandmother is dead long ago,” Queen Maren said “Dead?” Daniel ask “Yes,” Queen Maren said “How are we going to ask now if she is dead?” Arthur said “My grandmother has been dead for over a century now. She gave birth to a baby girl named Elaine and that is my mother who gave birth to me,” Queen Maren said

“The Blood Queen.” —THE RIVAL HEIR The name fell like thunder. Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “You mean… Raven’s line?” Oryn nodded. “She lives. The daughter you thought was lost. Hidden in the ice realms. Trained in shadow. Raised to burn your world down.” Ava staggered back. “She’s my cousin,” she whispered. “Or worse—my sister.” “And she’s coming for your crown.” —THE CHOICE Oryn raised his hand, summoning an orb of starlight. In it, Ava saw a battlefield drenched in blood. Her mates—dead. Her people—burning. A silver-eyed girl, cloaked in black fire, standing over a broken throne.