Sandor Clegane Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Vera leaned against the railing, Raven speaking in low tones, and she laughed softly at something he said. Something had changed between them. I could feel it, and I finally made my decision. That day, I was the last one in the hall that evening. I finished transcribing the survey records, stacked the scrolls, set down my pen. On impulse, I checked Vera's feed. A photo from the south. Night banquet. Raven held his cup over hers, letting a single drop of his blood fall into her glass. A gesture of the highest recognition a clan lord could offer, a gift of his own essence.

"Not the oh-so noble Charles Blackwoods." "And you've already provided two perfect good heirs to choose from," I smiled. "Cecil is a beta lycan." His eyes widened. He went still. "Richard is an alpha." He shot to his feet. "You're lying." "I'm not," I said. "And for the record, Grace is at least half-lycan. And she's an alpha." He paled. He shook his head. "You're just saying that." "I'm not. Given the situation, you have two options."

He smelt like thyme and rosemary. The fire in the furnace was burning cheerfully. I rubbed my head against his fur and said, "I have a mate, Finn. He's Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers. I really miss him, but he hates me for being so weak and useless. I guess he just wants to kill me. That's why I run away with you. Finn, Alpha Lucas is a formidable man. Eventually, he will come and take me away from you. When you see him, please run away as fast as you can. I don't want him to hurt you. This is very important for me, Finn. I'd rather kill myself than see you getting hurt by him..."

I could smell the scent of grass and sun and the place he has been today, evidence that tells he directly comes to my room first as soon as he arrives. “We need to talk Alpha Xander.” The face of those two she-wolves appeared in my mind giving me enough courage to stop him from taking off my nighties. “Alright, I almost forgot.” He let out a heavy sigh and remove his hands from me. I almost regretted stopping him for the feeling of his warmth on my body is more pleasant than anything else. “Who is Sandra? And why does Savannah hates me so much from the moment I lead my eyes on her? She is a warrior of the Western pack, it makes me wonder how can I get along with her.”

"Since I've enjoyed the daughter, I'd like to see how the mother stacks up." "Not at all," Dan laughed. "You should get some kind or reward for throwing this little shindig." Sandy went over to Brianna and took her daughter's place in pleasing Brianna's pussy. It wasn't long before Edward found her unoccupied cunt and pushed into it, taking care not to disturb Sandra's concentration on Brianna. Sandy was moaning in no time. It was my turn next. I got up on the platform and called my slave to join me. She knelt at my feet.

His long fangs and sharp claws had come out in their full glory. "Step. Away. From. Her" The legendary rogue looked back at Sandra. He knew he was not strong and so he sneered at her once more and off he went. Amelia rushed to Sandra's side to help her up and once she was balanced on her feet, she slapped my hands away. "I'm fine" She didn't bother to answer. Amelia knew what she was doing. She didn't want to say a 'thank you' to her but Amelia didn't care for it either.

My driver’s voice snapped me back to reality. “Take me to a bar. I need a drink. A strong one” . ***** . (Author’s POV) . While it was nighttime in Bloom City, the day was just turning into noon in Amberose City. Sandy Jones had just exited her husband’s office not liking the news she got about her family’s financial standing. Her returned to life niece, Meline Cage had started a war with her. Cutting her reach to Cage family’s money. It was just the beginning and Sandy knew she needed to act fast before her niece destroys her life.

Shit, his life was flashing before his very eyes, and he saw his body burnt on the funeral pyre whilst his empty coffin was lowered slowly to the ground six feet under. He'd be dead after going mad, and he was on the verge of running mad. Where the fúck was Blaze when he was needed?! He hated being helpless. He hated many things, and the current situation he was in was what he despised the most. The door to the room flung open, and Sandro glanced towards the door. He snarled as Thalia stood there. "She'll be our first kill. She looks insanely delicious, but she isn't our mate!" Lace said.

Sandra The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as I bit down hard, watching him mark her neck—my best friend's neck—right there in front of the entire pack gathering. "I, Damon Cole, reject you, Sandra Hayes, as my mate." His voice carried across the clearing, cold and final, while his hand stayed possessively on Jenna's shoulder. The bond snapped like a rubber band pulled too tight, pain lancing through my chest so sharp I gasped, and the faces around me blurred into a sea of pity and barely concealed satisfaction.

Shane wanted to kick himself for celebrating too soon. He thought his alpha was in such a good mood that he forgot about Sandra but that was not the case. How was he going to get Sandra? “I hear you alpha, what did you have in mind?” Shane had his hands on his back with his fingers crossed hoping his alpha was not thinking of any violence.