Sansa/margaery Novels & Stories

Harlyn called my name her gaze tentatively and defensively on Merari. “Hello, dear,” the beautiful woman greeted Harlyn. “Who are you?” Harlyn asked without hesitation. Merari simply smiled at her. “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Forgive me, but I just had to see Caris’s little miracle baby,” she approached and her hand hovered over my daughter’s features and for a second I did not trust what she’d do to her. Then she retracted. “What a pretty little thing you are,” she said and then sighed. “My name is Merari, dear, Merari Van Doren” she finally answered Harlyn's question. “And to answer the question that your father is too cowardly to answer, yes…it was Valene.”

“Excuse me? Why would I be?” He chuckled, the sound low and rich, like the roll of distant thunder. “No reason.” I glared at him, heat rising in my chest. “You’re impossible,” I muttered under my breath. “Did you say something?” he asked, the faintest trace of amusement in his voice. “No!” I snapped. “Except for the question I asked that you’ve conveniently ignored.” His expression shifted slightly, the humor fading. “I’m Nergal Vorgath, second son of Vorgath. And Merida... she’s a witch we’ve been hunting for centuries.”

There is a bonfire in the distance, and I can make out three figures, Kylo, Alpha King Leonard, and someone I haven’t seen before. “Savannah so nice to see you again and you look better than the last time I saw you. This is our witch Merida who does our warrior brands. It is a simple process; you are getting the brand on your wrist and then she casts a spell on you and your team and then on me to seal the bond. This won’t hurt I promise” Alpha Leonard says to me with a gentle smile.

The odds appeared overwhelming, and I could only watch helplessly from the corner, my heart aching with tension, unsure of victory or defeat. Still weakened from the drugs, Maria sat on the sidelines, silently witnessing the chaos that had erupted. “Cercei,” Maria called out weakly, drawing my attention. I hurried to her side. “He’s too strong. He derives his strength from this place,” I sobbed, my voice trembling. “You...” Maria’s voice was faint as she coughed, but it grew stronger as she continued, “You’re stronger too.” “You’re his heir, the next Alpha of the South, just like him. You draw your strength from this place,” she explained urgently. “Show him, Cercei.”

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

Charmayne and his husband gave me a sly grin the moment they left, as if they are looking forward to what I have to show. I once again looked at the crowd. “The amount is getting bigger,” I grinned, “I wonder if my baby is starting her job.” All of the sudden, Luca reached out to my hand to get my attention. “Sire,” he said with a stern look, “The preparations are ready. Please give us a signal.” I scoffed and said, “Oh? That fast? How about my baby?” Luca sighs with a smile and replies, “She’s doing well. The fact that there’s a lot of eyes and ears is greatly benefiting her.” “Is that so?” I grinned. I looked at the crowd who’s gradually increasing and said with a malicious look. “Then I s

A woman walked in with a smug smile reaching to him and placing a kiss on his lips. I looked away grossed out by their intimate session. At least they should get a room. “Tell her Xavier, tell her how he caught his most trusted beta with his mate in bed,” The woman says as they break the kiss. He chuckles, “We both know that you’ve always wanted me and not him, the only reason you were with him is the cause of his Rank” “Guilty as charged” She smirks. She is Veronica? Sage’s example?

It was so bad that we started avoiding our own home at a point. If I believed in diviners, I would have sent her to one. Ameera would tear the pillows, slash the pictures with a knife and generally destroy anything that came her way. This has happened since the day Arya died. Two months after Arya's death, it became obvious that Ameera wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We started locking her in the attic every Tuesday before she woke up. We would put her breakfast, lunch and even dinner in there and only bring her out on Wednesday morning. Sometimes it felt like there was a spell cast on her whenever she woke up on a Tuesday morning.

“And we didn’t even see it. The signs were right there. Her eyes. Her strength. Her… rage.” “She was different,” Morgana whispered, setting the teapot down with a small clatter. “But she was still our daughter. Our little Margaux.” “She was not Margaux. We all know that,” Hamlet growled. “Was?” Hamlet snapped, turning toward her. “Don’t say it like Marigold’s dead.” “Isn’t she?” Alex shot back. “Black Fang is hunting her. The Queen’s soldiers. And if the rumors about ASA involvement are true, even humans want her blood. She’s not just a runaway anymore, Hamlet—she’s a target.”

Margerina grasped the scepter with both hands, and it immediately burst into a dazzling light, reflecting on the faces of everyone present. Sacred and noble, the dormant scepter erupted into a breathtaking radiance after sensing the pure royal bloodline in Margerina. Clang... Margerina exerted all her strength and pulled out the scepter. “Everyone, look closely.” Margerina sensed the rapid depletion of energy in her body and raised the King’s Scepter high, gesturing to everyone present, and loudly declared, “I am Margerina, the true queen of Flandom.”