Targaryens Watch Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And to be honest, I was. Seeing my woman in such a fragile state put me in a situation similar to an endless torture. The nightmares were the same every time: Arya burning from the inside out, her eyes hollow, her mouth open in a silent scream. I'd be holding her, begging and bleeding, while Theron's laughter echoed like a curse carved into my flesh. I'd wake up clawing at the sheets, my heart pounding. I couldn't lose her. I couldn't even think about it. If I ever lost her, I was more than willing to paint the whole city red. They thought I was a villain? No. If I ever ended up with Arya becoming a corpse, they would see a whole new kind of villain they never knew could exist.

As Arya watched Davina tumble down the stairs, a rush of satisfaction coursed through her veins, unaware of the maid that stood nearby, silently witnessing the scene unfold. Arya's heart raced as she heard a gasp behind her. Whirling around, she demanded, "Who's there?" The maid's eyes widened in fear as she quickly hid out of sight, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had witnessed something she wasn't meant to see, but she couldn't risk Arya discovering her presence. Meanwhile, Arya's mind raced with thoughts of her next move. She made her way to the royal infirmary, where she found Daniel resting in bed, his healing abilities slowly mending the wounds inflicted by the silver in

His f‌in⁠gers‍ brushed along my j⁠a‍w, bef⁠ore gripping i‍t h‌ard enough to make my bo‌nes ache. “You t⁠hink you’re a pri‍z​e? A possession?” His eyes‌ b‌urned into m‌ine,. “Y‌ou’re w‍orse⁠ than that.‌ Y‍ou’re mine, Arya. An‍d the sooner you understand that, t‌he less it will hurt w⁠h⁠en​ I break you into exactly what​ I want.” The air in the c⁠ar f‌elt suffocating, my lungs r‍efus​ing to work

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

Shouldn’t we both be with someone we truly desired without our parents getting in the way? Mom’s face lit up with excitement. She cupped my face tightly, her grip almost painful. “Four years,” she grinned. “You have four years to prepare our vessel so we can bring back the rightful heir to all the thrones.” My stomach twisted, and I felt dizzy. Four years to prepare Alaric’s body for Baelor—and she didn’t care what it would cost him, or me. I wouldn’t allow it. No matter what, I wouldn’t.

Then I swung the sharp blades across his throat, deep enough to kill him in seconds. As the ground beneath him changed into dark-red, sticky mud, the crowd turned silent. With the last beat of his heart, Dante Greco turned into his lifeless human form. I raised my head and looked at the members of the royal council. Their mouths were open, and they all stared at me in disbelief. I brushed Greco's blood off my claws and hid them. Tyrion smirked, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the council. Tyrion briefly looked each member in the eyes before saying, "Let me state that again, Aria Seymour is my mate. She is the only woman I wish to claim, and I will. Now bow down because the one before you

“You really think he’s still in there?” Elior stared at the fire, watching as embers danced and faded. “I have to believe he is.” Myrra nodded, but said nothing more. And somewhere, far beyond their reach, Rael sat upon his throne, the Hollow Crown upon his brow, and the whispers of the abyss curling around him. Yet, in the depths of those endless void-like eyes, something flickered. A memory. A name. A fight not yet lost.

She was no longer the proud Sera who wanted nothing more than to rule the south and be the alpha. "Mommy!" Sera gasped upon hearing that voice. Raenerys looked around until she found Nevil's eyes, who'd been looking at her for, she didn't know, how long already. Raenerys is aware of that, and she is also aware that Sera notices it; she just puts up with it and pretends she doesn't see anything. Raenerys was actually enjoying it while acting like she didn't know. She enjoyed teasing her sister, knowing that Sera was hurting.

Her brows furrowed and she stared at my face for a little longer. "Listen, I know it's difficult for you too. But you should know that Tyrion and Ava has loved each other since they were pups. They were born just a day apart and has been inseparable since than. And now she's pregnant with his child yet Alpha Jonathan has announced her marking ceremony tomorrow. It's difficult. Believe me. " She sighed. I bit my lip and controlled my tears. I had nothing to say. "But in all this remember that you are a female and we respect each other. Don't try anything stupid to test Tyrion's patience. "

“Listen to me. He’s not done. Osiris — he said something. Before he stabbed me. ‘Tell your Alpha I’ll finish what I started. I want them to watch it all burn.’” I swallowed against the bitterness rising in my throat. “You can’t fight him alone all by yourself. You’ll need them. The pack. The ones who still stand.” “I know.” His eyes fluttered. He was slipping. I bent over him. “Tyrion. Stay with me, damn it. Just for a little longer. Please.” He smiled faintly. “I told her once… you’d be more dangerous than your father ever was.” That broke something in me. Something brittle and buried deep.