Novel & Cerita Targaryen Oc

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

A modest fortress in Gothic shape clung to the rim of a sharp drop. “This is… where we live?” I said, surprised at how lovely yet empty it looked. There it stands, the redness, Leon said, staring at the structure without shifting his stare. Home to the Targaryons’ deepest sleep, the oldest of tombs Right after touchdown on the pad near the lodge, sharp alpine wind stung my arms. Waiting below, Oliver had already arrived, leaning against a dark, armored car. Without speaking, he lifted our bags into the back, moving like clockwork, steady as ever.

She screamed and pushed me a little to walk ahead of me. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. I had to cool down. Anger was going to make me weak. I needed the aggression and determination for the actual competition. I had another reason to give my best. To show Ava that blood wasn't only factor in deciding who gets to the powerful position. Outside the ladies's chamber, our mates were waiting for us. Alpha Tyrion looked so devilishly handsome in his silver blue armour and a huge sword. He took my hand in his and planted a kiss on the back of my palm.

[LINEAGE STATUS: SURVIVING] [SOVEREIGN KEY: DIRECT DESCENDANT] [GENETIC RESIDUE: AVERY OF AETHELGARD] Avery stared at her name—not framed as an omega baseline, not tagged with her father’s fringe pack registry, but linked directly to the primary royal branch of the lost dynasty. The truth was no longer a theoretical sequence on a laboratory monitor; it was an indisputable, immortal record written in the stone of her ancestors.

“But you’ve got this. You do. You remember the choreography, right?” I nodded. My throat was too tight for words. Professor Marwood didn’t wait. “Amara Dorne of House Viremont, third-blood to Councilor Elaine Dorne, and Caelin Harren of House Myrren, first-son to the Delta Wardens of southern Lirath. Step forward.” Another pair.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

She cried out all her grief and was now ready to hold her tears and show the world her doll-like indifference. “The pleasure is all mine.” The baron stood up and placed a light peck on Arya’s hand. “Congratulations sir, your fiancee is a true beauty.” He smoothly complimented Arya. “I’m not sure but have we met before? Miss Arya, could you tell me your surname?” Mr Fredric smiled gently. For a brief moment Arya thought she won't be able to answer that question and she simply will escape this place. “I don’t have a surname sir, I’m an Omega and I was raised in the Institution.” She looked her father straight in the same green eyes she had.

（Third-person POV.） "Sent where?" Joric's voice trembled, but he fought to keep it steady. "To her mate's pack, of course," Marta replied, like she was talking about the weather. New mate? Joric’s mind went blank. "Who is her new mate?" He heard his own voice as if from a great distance. "The Alpha of Silvermoon," Marta said with a small laugh. "Alpha Torin. It's quite something, isn't it? For Faelan to be claimed by an Alpha that powerful."

Taryn “Do you know the story of how I took my father’s place when I was only five?” Taryn shook her head. “Your uncle, the usurper, had surrounded our castle and taken one of my older sisters. He had given terms to my father, Lord of Sneaf, before me. Kneel down and proclaim me the only king of Elder and I will spare your daughter’s life, he had told him.” Taront shook his head and turned to look toward the open window. “My father was forced to obey him, my older sister was Sneaf’s heir. In our family, there has always been the custom that the firstborn, man or woman, would take command of our house. My sister, Tamara, was my father’s heir, and he wanted to save her at all costs.”

“Don't worry, as I have said, they will be very happy to meet you." And he took me to the packhouse where a large almost stadium was. It looks like this is the place where they held their gatherings. And everyone is dressed up. “Everyone, I would like you to meet my long-lost daughter. The next heir ot my throne, Arya.” Alpha Leomourd greeted and everyone turned their head to me.