Song Of Ice And Fire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Worried he'll come looking for you again?" I shook my head. "No." I looked toward the distant snow-capped mountains. "I was only thinking of who I used to be." The girl curled up in a servant's room, clutching a few thin bills, dreaming of buying back her mother's brooch. The girl who stood in the rain, splashed with mud by passing wheels, and still tried to make excuses for Adrian. She had suffered so much. But thank goodness, she had finally made it here. The white flowers in the greenhouse were in full bloom.

“I will not beg for scraps of your attention. I will not take half a life. I will not share my mate.” His hands clenched at his sides, desperation flickering in his expression. “Give me time. One week. That’s all. I will end it. She will be gone.” “One week?” Her voice cracked, anguish flooding it. “Every moment will be a wound. Every breath agony. You say I’m yours but you treat me like a whore, when I am anything but.” Her fingers trembled, and frost began to bloom on the stone beneath her feet, crackling outward like veins. “I am Ice.”

She gripped his hand harder. “No. Not yet. Not ever.” That night, Fiona dreamed of stars of burning trees and wolves made of silver. Of Logan’s voice whispering in a language she couldn’t understand—but her bones did. Of a throne made of broken bonds. And a shadowed king wearing her mate’s face. Somewhere far beyond the reach of Blackridge, Mia knelt in the ruins of Thornmouth Keep. Rowan stood before her, his sword dripping with the blood of some poor beast that had gotten in the way.

as if he doesn't really care for her at all. How long did her father ever felt like this to her? Is he like this ever since? Didn't he see her as his own daughter? "Dad, I am your own daughter. I am from your flesh and blood. Please, don't be like this. I've done everything you've wanted. I quit seeing my friends. I've studied finance as you wish even though I want to be chef. I have sacrificed my life for this family but why can't you see that marrying Joffrey will kill me? Please see reason, dad. Please."

He is saying something to her, but she does not hear nor does she has the intention of removing the earphone “I’m saying that the chief wants to see you now” he yells frustratingly at her, forcefully removing her earphones. “You should have just said it gently, no need in using force” she hisses. “And you would have heard with how much you were bobbing your head to that music of yours, not that you have a great taste at music at that” he scoffs, handing her the files he was told to give her. “Just like how your name is not of a great taste too, and don’t fucking insult my taste in music, it is better than your taste in anything” she tells her, rolling her eyes at him.

’ Song Jae Chan saw what Ahn did and repeatedly sent the attack on him and in return Ahn did the same making hot water splash everywhere in the arena. If Yura can slice body parts, Song Jae Chan can burn them to crisp. They were both formidable enermies, but so was Ahn. He made ice crystals from the ground where Jae Chan was standing and he narrowly avoided the sudden gruesome attack. He was about to be a sikh-kebab. One of the icicle grazed side of Jae Chan’s body but he didn’t show any sign of pain. Suddenly Song Jae Chan smiled and made two Wall of fires on both side of Ahn and started pulling it together to squash Ahn among them.

"I didn't do this just to hurt him. I did it to prove to myself that I could walk into your world and not get swallowed whole. I wanted to see if 'flavor' could actually hold its own against 'substance.'" Julian studied her for a long beat, his gray eyes searching Tiffany’s face as if he were reading a complex blueprint. "And?" Julian asked softly. "What have you concluded?" Tiffany leaned back, a small, knowing smile returning to her lips. "I think the Ice King might be more of a vanilla latte fan than he lets on." Julian didn't look away. He didn't scoff. He just nodded slowly, a dark, curious light gleaming in his eyes. "Well," Julian murmured, "it seems we both have secrets, Miss Everhar

Her eyes glowed yellow as she landed another slap on Amren's face again. "How stupid can you be, huh?? What? Why stay with my son and intrude on my plans?? Who do you think you are to lecture me?? Who?!" Feyre screeched, her ugly face coming into view as her skin peeled off "I want your skin after I get Rhysand's blood, I want this smooth skin as mine! And you will embrace death to have a grade reunion with your mother in hell" Feyre spitted out. Amren bit her lower lip to hold in her anger "You are so vile" she whispered to Feyre's hearing.

I circled him once more, letting the pressure from my mana curl around him. “And as if that wasn’t enough,” I continued, my voice dripping with scorn, “you had the audacity to lay hands on what belongs to me. Tiffany. You two… in my absence, whispering sweet promises to each other, plotting to take my throne and planning for a future together.” I leaned close, sneering. “Tell me, Darius, in what world does a dog share his master’s woman?” Darius’s breath hitched, and he stammered, “My lord, please, I— Tiffany and I… we… we were mates. It was beyond our control—”

They thought I was spoiled and knew nothing but I wasn’t a fool. Frost didn’t love me. I saw how he looked at Rya. How his attention followed her even when he pretended he didn't. How his jaw tightened when she was challenged and how he defended her. She came and is threatening to take everything. The Luna title, power and the future my father had bled for. That would not happen. “If love won’t bind you,” I whispered, “then something else will.” Dark magic hummed under my skin. It answered me like an old friend, coiling round my arms.