Sansa/margaery Novels & Stories

"Your daughter exists partially outside normal time and space, Rosa. That's why she can communicate, why she has such awareness." "Is that why Margaret wants her so badly?" "Partly. But she wants Marcus too. The twin represents raw power, the ability to reshape reality through will alone. Together, they could remake the world according to any vision they choose." "Elena says something about a dark sister growing stronger," Rosa said. "And Marcus called someone." Benita's ghost paled. "Morgana." Sarah looked confused. "Who's Morgana?" "Elena shadow," Benita explained. "Margaret renamed her. Elena for light, Morgana for shadow."

Finally, Darryl snapped back to his senses and asked in confusion, "Lord General, what do you mean?" Master Magaera stood up from the chariot, stared at Darryl, and said, "I came from the south of the Blazing Sun Gate. There is no village within dozens of miles. Besides that, there are only the south gate and the east gate, but you appear from the north. So, you are lying!" Then, Master Magaera said coldly, "Take them down!"

“Training, protection, or a way out of it if I comes to that.” “We're not planning an escape.” Margaret said sharply. “We're planning to help her shift.” “How?” Kade asked. “Elder Mara said something about a binding spell, do you think that's it. That someone put a spell on her?” Margaret was silent for a moment. “I think,” she slowly said, “that there's more to Sera's story than any of us know. Why she appeared at our borders as an infant with nothing but a silver pendant and why her wolf can't emerge.”

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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.

Some alliances are sealed with a kiss. Theirs began with a declaration of war. Love and duty which one weighed heavier?

"All will be revealed soon." "Could you get to talking." Nigel urged clearly growing impatient. "Who are you woman?" "My name is Martha Ansley." Martha said slowly. "I am the crone of the sarff clan." "Crone?" Nigel repeated eyes growing wide. "Why is the crone living in the human realm rather than in the darklands?" Martha chuckled, "I was kicked out of the sarff clan the day I decided to take Danica in as my own."

Elder Margaret arrived and stood near Reyna and said nothing, which was its own kind of statement from a woman who had been generating practical action for three days and had found the limit of what practical action could address. Morgana came last. She stopped at the corridor’s far end and stayed there, not joining the group around the door, not leaving either. At the edge of things, which was where she’d positioned herself since arriving at the border three days ago. I looked at her across the corridor. She looked back. She’d given Aria everything she was carrying. Twenty years of accumulated power, given without reservation, converted through Aria’s immunity into the fuel that had powered

The battle for her heart was difficult, and she seemed to dislike me. "I've been waiting for you to wake up, so I brought you some food," softly Amara explained. "I am not hungry," Sansa said. "You haven't eaten in a long time," and I'm not leaving until you do," stated Amara, concerned for Sansa's safety. When Amara rose, looking frightened, Sansa inquired, "You're not going anywhere," because she appeared frail and unwell. "I'm not going anywhere, the food has already arrived," said Amara.

“Esta bien. (It’s ok.)” “He’s right, Merry,” Hakeem says, gripping her shoulder. “Move on to the next vision. You can come back to it.” Meredith nods. “I saw Arya kneeling in a battlefield, crying. But I couldn’t see why.” Charlie, Zak, and I all gasp. “Why was she crying?” I demand. “Who was she crying over?” Visibly upset, Meredith shakes her head. “Like I said before, it went too fast. I couldn’t see. All I saw was her face and the battle raging behind her. Neither Devin nor Xander were there.”