Tywin Lannister/sansa Stark Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Santos respected the rules, but he was an Alpha wolf and killing came natural to him. When I was finished I shifted back and headed to the packhouse. I wanted to see the look on Tyrion’s face when Damian killed him. Sadly I was too late, barging in when they were having a moment. Alpha Jayden looked like he had been crying and like he was beaten half to death. Angelina luckily didn’t look hurt, but had her hand on her stomach. “Is she pregnant?” Santos asked.

It stopped an inch below her butt. “He went out not long ago miss Rebecca. He asked me to help you with your bath and get you ready for your visit to the Alpha's home.” Sansa replied and Rebecca bit her buttom lip. She still couldn't understand why Tyler had let Sansa in or even trusted her but from what Sansa had said, she had no choice but to believe.

Some maids came up to us and offered to take us to our rooms. I was taken back to my room, where I bathed and changed into more comfortable clothes. Soon after, I was walking around and stumbled on Sansa standing on a balcony. I joined her. “Hey..I am sorry about your brother, I can promise you now that I will avenge his death.” “It is fine...” She muttered. I gasped, “You talk more now. Quite a lot has changed since we left. We will match Bolton's pack together and crush them. This is the beginning of their end.”

"You meant that you've failed. Just like the one before you. And the one before him. And every other trembling fool who's stood in this room and offered me explanations instead of results." "Y-Your Majesty..." the healer whispered, his composure cracking. "Please... just seven more days. I beg you. I'll make her wake. I swear on my life!" "Seven days?" A cold laugh escaped him. "She’s been lying here like a fucking corpse for fourteen days already. Fourteen. Are you seriously suggesting I give your incompetent ass yet another week to disappoint me?" Fourteen days? I'd been unconscious for two weeks. The realization made my stomach drop. For two whole weeks, I'd been lying helpless in the Lyc

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.

'He taught me how to love but not how to stop. ' ~ Celine's POV : Alpha Tyrion glared at me, waiting for an answer. I gulped the saliva down my throat as to find words to calm him down. "You deserve the throne... " I whispered. He raised his left brow suspiciously, " And you don't want that to happen. " I shook my head, " I will do my best to be on your side forever. " He slammed the door of the car angrily and before getting in the seat he muttered, " I don't want you by my side. "

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

Ruth smiled as she asked Levine, "We are about to get ready for the ceremony, will you help?" "Of course, why not," Levine answered to Ruth, his gaze locked on me. Ruth finally realized my presence in the room as she withdrew him from the hold. "Don't worry, Lady Sansa," she said cheerfully, "nothing can stop the ceremony this time." I forced a smile and responded, "Things will happen as they are meant to." Still, staring at me, Levine inquired, "Why do you call her Lady Sansa? She is the pack's Luna."

More proof that she was better than me. "I have no idea," I say. Tywin's hands curl into fists. "That is sick." "That is Sailyn." Tywin runs a hand through his hair. He paces to the door and back. His face is pale and his jaw is tight. "If this gets out," he says, "if the pack finds out that their Luna planned her own kidnapping..." "They will tear her apart." "They will tear the whole family apart. Your mother, you and anyone connected to her."