Sansa/margaery Novels & Stories

Mary chose this dress because she said it matched my eye color. I went down the stairs, but when I heard Luther's voice, my legs stopped abruptly. I listened to him; he was shouting at someone. I turned around and followed his voice as his shouts were growing louder with every step. Sauntering towards the door where the voice had been coming, I quietly opened the door and peeped through it.

"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.”

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.

She had seen the gilded cage, and part of her hated how its comforts had left a faint, traitorous longing in her bones. The great hall was a cavern, its ceiling lost in darkness, lit by fire pits and torches that guttered in the drafts. Trophies hung on the walls—not tapestries, but the banners of fallen enemies, the massive antlers of mountain elk, and strange, intricate maps carved into wooden panels. At the head of the room, on a simple stone dais, stood a chair made of interlocking elk antlers. Lord Valerius did not sit in it. He stood before a great carved map of the Iron Pass, his fingers tracing lines only he could see.

Our presence remained concealed until we got there. Sansa emerged from the shadows and approached the guarded gates. “Who are you!” A guard sprung to life as soon as he noticed her. She raised her hand and approached him, “A woman? What the hell are you doing here this late? You must be a traveler.” The guard blurted. Sansa barely waited for him to finish his sentence when she drew her sword and slayed him. The second guard noticed this and quickly drew his sword. “What the..who in the world are you!”

My decision was final. A maid, nor a human will never be my luna. "Get me a glass of water." I barked at her before exiting the kitchen. Serving the new Alpha: Mia: The packhouse was filled with people assembled in different corners conversing, with the majority of the females, both young and old, giggling. With the way the females were dressed, one would think they were gathered for a college frat party. But that wasn't the case. Luna Emilia's son, Giovanni was returning home from the US where he'd gone to study and he was next in line to become Alpha of the Blackwood pack after the death of his father. The entire pack members were gathered to welcome him.

Freida straightened and crossed her arms. "Hello," she greeted. Freida answered with a curt nod. Her gaze was serious. Erica's smile faltered. She had made sure that her mental barrier was up. "So..." she tried to strike a conversation unable to guess what was in the older woman's mind. Freida regarded her silently before saying, "I have received the information that my son's mate and the future Luna Queen is a mage. Is it true?"

‘Damn I have a hot husband’ I said, fanning myself with my hand. ‘I hope you have some concealer with you’ Sasha said seriously. I frowned as I touched my face trying to find the offending culprit. Sasha chuckled at me. ‘Your boob, prekrasnaya’, he said pointing out the dark purple mark that stood out against my pale white skin. I looked through my makeup bag frantically to discover I had not brought any concealer and immediately sent a message to Darcy, Ruth and Kate.