Oberyn Martell Daughters Novels & Stories

He answered, tilting his head towards the exit. Erin nodded and took in a deep breath before striding out of the dining with Mark tailing behind her. She felt his gazing burning her delicate skin and she pressed her lips together, feeling itchy around her neck. Too bad her buttocks didn't swing like that of her sister's, Lola. The walk down the purple hallway was quiet and she occasionally glanced at the picture frames of their family lineage. She was going to be the third woman in the history of Nebramos kingdom to become the heir to the throne since her mother didn't birth any male child for her father.

Just present. "Lucian mentioned children," I finally say. "Silas and Morgana." "I know. I've found references." "Tell me." She pulls out a small notebook. "Silas is younger. Silver hair like his father. Powerful but more human than Lucian ever was." "And Morgana?" "The Violet Daughter. Legend in dark magic circles." Sage flips a page. "She disappeared a century ago. Everyone assumed dead." "But if she's alive and learns her father died..." "She'll come for revenge."

In a few more years, I will hand the country over to our son, Ayluin. “I can’t explain. You have to see it!” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of my chair and my office. My mate is the daughter of our greatest warrior Samlael and the dragon, Mevnenth. It’s not common for her to become so excitable. Well, not unless I bring that level of excitement out of her. “What is it?” I ask, hearing the murmurings of the other elves, fae, and dragons outside the castle.

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.

It's all too much to process, and I fear I might lose my sanity once again. "You are the last daughter, Maerwynn," Rhaenan declares solemnly, his voice echoing in the cavernous silence. "I am?" I repeat, feeling the weight of his words settling heavily on my shoulders. "Yes. The fifth daughter. Valen's stone is the fifth. He is the fifth lord," Rhaenan confirms, his expression grave. I am the fifth daughter. "So if I make this sacrifice, there would be no more sacrificing of Talerion's daughters?" I inquire, my voice tinged with hope. "Would Lyria be saved then?"

“From the right, those are minor ladies from Berka, Djambek and Orttenburg. Mara Gere, Panya Lubis and Eshe Orttenburg.” “Orttenburg?” “Yes, an Orttenburg. She’s the youngest daughter, but she was involved in a scandal. Something about seducing the crown prince. So, she is sent here instead.” I frown. “Don’t worry, they have different mothers. And there is a rumor that she’s not even the son of the current King of Orttenburg.” My frown deepens, so he reaches to my forehead and massages it. “You are looking older than your age,” he grins.

“His age is a single year older than your frame. He represents Darius Thornridge’s son, who comes right before your father Magnus in the birth order of the elders. He possesses two half-brothers—” “Yeah, okay,” Kael says, letting out a strange, low chuckle from his chest. “Go on with the text.” “Laurent Devereux and Mateo Virex. Both pups are younger than his position. And he has a stepmother wolf.” “Sable Renwick is his second stepmother in the den.” “Right, because his father divorced Laurent and Mateo’s mother—” “—Evelina Draegor.”

“Alpha Dyroth, the former Alpha, was a real tyrant. He hated the ideas of mates so much he executed his own and then he had Alpha Eren out of wedlock with a peasant, that's how our Alpha got the name ‘The Bastard Alpha’. Alpha Eren grew up a slave but during that time Alpha Dyroth got remarried to Lady Margaery Martell. Some say the alliance between them was just an arrangement to gain more power because the house of Martell had one of the biggest rivalry packs in that time, so their union was a power move for Alpha Dyroth.” Gabriella spoke and I leaned forward listening attentively to her. “Lady Margaery became the Luna but she had two other children from her first marriage. Lady Lina and S

“I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life.” Her father’s lips quirked in a rare smile. “Then show them what it means to be a Ravenwood.” --- As she left her father’s study, Serena’s thoughts drifted to her younger sisters, **Elara** and **Maeve**. Each was unique, their personalities forming a dynamic that balanced the household and kept Serena grounded. Elara, the middle sister, was fiery and full of mischief, quick to laugh and quicker to challenge anyone who dared to underestimate her. While Serena held the burden of leadership, Elara had the freedom to be bold and unpredictable, a freedom Serena often envied.

"Why didn't you tell me the truth about the woman I married? Why didn’t you let me know she was just Arthur's illegitimate daughter?.” George frowned, his confusion looking completely genuine for a second. "What are you talking about? The whole city knows the story. She is Arthur's daughter. Do you think I’ll let you organize a wedding if Thea wasn’t their real daughter?.." "She isn't Arthur's child," Elias said, leaning forward, his hands slamming down onto the back of a nearby chair. "The city registry and Richard's private files match perfectly. Thea is Antoinette's daughter. She is the true firstborn heir of the Sterling line."