Targaryen Oc の小説・ストーリー

I said smiling at her and handed her the cup with my blood. She took it and looked me in the eyes, "I Arya Knox, princess of Zanaerys, daughter of Alpha Maximo Knox and Luna Hannia Knox accept you my King Alpha Lanox North as my mate and life partner and I accept my bond with the North Clan as their Luna Queen, I promise to be fair and protect them." said Arya and I could not help but raise my head with pride, as she took from the cup, drinking my blood, sealing our union with her words.

Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging. Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Chase Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Danica Green (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Isabella Frome (friend). Arya Silver Age: 17 Race: Werewolf Rank: Rogue Physical description: 5’7ft tall, hourglass athletic body, long straight black hair, round brown eyes, heart-shaped face, pointy nose with heart-shaped full lips.

Satisfied with the response, Harrison raised his voice again, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face. "Do you know what the name 'Targary' means within The Blue Blood Pack?"

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

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.

"There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think." "Yet how are men to see him, if he is at Storm's End?" Stannis drummed his fingers on the Painted Table. "It is a difficulty. One of many." He raised his eyes. "You have more to say about the letter. Well, get on with it. I did not make you a knight so you could learn to

Our initials, R on one side and M on the other. It's beautiful. "Happy birthday.." He says again with a grin. "Thank you.." I tell him staring at him intensely. He's close to me again and I can feel the sparks. "Reece.." I start saying before he cuts me off. "Don't say anything. I know the situation between you and Charles, but Morgana you're mine, not his. I don't know how you're going to do it or when, but I think it's clear to you now, that you have to get rid of him.." He says.

Every screen flashed crimson. A symbol appeared, a sigil made of ash and flame. The Covenant of Ash. Then words beneath it, simple and slow: Cities fall. Kingdoms follow. And then, in smaller text almost intimate, like a whisper meant only for her Your heir comes next. Bianca’s hands curled into fists. “Enough.” The screens blinked off at once, leaving only the sound of their breathing. Matteo looked at her, eyes dark and searching. “They’re pushing for war.”

TARA “Stop manipulating our father to return your titles and job. That’s not gonna happen, and if I become a king, I’ll make sure you won’t step into Serevian soil ever again. You’re a disgrace to Serevia, you ungrateful shrew!”

And I would not put up with his shit this time around. We had shared women before, fuck we had shared men before, neither of us caring. We may be siblings, but sex was sex! If it was good for the Egyptians, the Greeks, fuck, it was good for the Targaryen's! And it's not like they didn't thrive; the bastards had dragons.