A beauty. A she-wolf. A bastard. A lowborn. A fighter. Meela Stark. Lady Stark of Winterfell. Wife of Lord Boutayre. The Heart Stirrer. The Iron Lady. Lady Clegane. The Sisterhood's She-Wolf. Her eyes carried a story of their own. Never had the Hound felt more of an animal and a man at the same time. He wanted to devour her like an animal and yet he was the gentlest with her. Sandor 'the Hound' Clegane intended to save the good girl whom he grew fond of. The great beauty of Winterfell. A bastard. The Heart Stirrer. But who knew, it wasn't she who needed saving. |Covers go to their respective owners| |Random Updates| This story contains explicit content (SEXUAL, ABUSIVE LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, HARASSMENT) READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU!

"But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose." ― Anne Brontë All men must die. All roses must wilt. There is a streak of wildness behind steel eyes. Two distinctly Stark features, yet they belong to Anya Whent. A Southern lady born in the shadow of Harrenhal with the blood of the North running through her veins. Behind a fair face are a kind heart, a gentle soul, and a beast. A beast that takes a Hound to tame it. A bat disguised as a wolf. A man disguised as a Hound. ♞completed: January 2020♞ ♞editing: June 2022♞ Now an official Wattpad fanfic and featured in @WattpadGoT's "New Houses, New Names, New Story" reading list. [Highest Rankings] #1 in Sandor Clegane #1 in The Hound #1 in Game of Thrones #1 in A Song of Ice and Fire #1 in ASOIAF

She woke in the snow with no memory. No name. No past. Found beside a dead direwolf and adorned in gold no one can identify, Khava becomes the mystery of Winterfell-beautiful, foreign, and utterly alone. But when the game of thrones shatters the family who sheltered her, she makes a desperate vow: protect the Starks. Whatever it costs. She will kneel to monsters She will wear their colors. She will become their obsession. Because blood, old blood sleeps in her vains, fire remembers what the snow tried to bury. First black oc

Katrina 'Rina' Stark gets a new gaurd to protect her while at the capital but this girl is different From anyone Sandor has even met. She can see what others cannot, can feel the darkness around her and sense death when its near.

Roanna Stark, the blue rose of the north. The heart of her family, the eldest born daughter to Ned and Catelyn - twin to Robb, their eldest son. Roanna is admired for her beauty, but as the game is played she will be feared for the thorns that have payed beneath her petals, the threat no one saw. She is trapped with Lannisters, married to a hound, none of that will stop her from avenging her family in this game.

We all know the story of House Stark-the honor, the loyalty, the ruin that follows. But this is not that story. Not entirely. There was another child of Winterfell. A daughter. Meet Lyra Stark, the eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, born scarcely a year before Robb. Raised among wolves, she never quite fit the shape expected of her. She is neither a warrior like her brothers nor a courtly lady like Sansa. Where others find comfort in duty, Lyra feels the pull of something beyond the walls of Winterfell-something restless, untamed. She does not dream of marriage or titles. She dreams of choice. Of distant roads, foreign skies, and a life that belongs to her alone. Her path changes the moment she is given a chance to leave it all behind. Far from the cold stone of Winterfell and the gilded dangers of King's Landing, Lyra finds herself bound to a man as harsh as the world itself-rough in speech, scarred in both flesh and spirit, and utterly indifferent to courtesy. Sandor Clegane is not a man easily understood, and yet something in him stirs her temper as often as it catches her breath. And when he does smile-rare, fleeting-it feels like the war-torn realm has, for a heartbeat, fallen silent. Follow Lyra as she walks a path threaded through the story you think you know-through blood and betrayal, fragile alliances, and the quiet, dangerous pull of something like love.

With dark wings came dark words. Lady Jaslin of House Frost knew this better than most. Jaslin had grown up at Castle Frost, just North East of Winterfell on the coast before Bear Island. The only daughter of Lord Erock and Lady Tarla Frost, and younger sister to Lord Borick Frost. When Jaslin was only 2 years of age, her father and brother joined Lord Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon in their rebellion against the Mad King. The Lords and knights of Frost Castle never returned, leaving Jaslin alone with her mother. At the age of five, Lady Tarla could no longer live with the grief for her lost husband and son, and jumped from the tower of their castle home. From that day on Lady Jaslin of House Frost went to live with the wolves of House Stark. //Rank #1 for GameOfThrones stories 01.05.2019 //Rank #1 for hound stories 13.02.2020

In your world it is believed that everyone has a soulmate, and that you're never truly complete until you find them. Some choose to be romantic soulmates and others platonic. It is said that the moment you stare into your soulmates eyes, the world stops, or gravity shifts. Despite being only twenty-two years old, you feel as if everyone is ahead of you. You're dying to find your soulmate and to prove yourself. From your overprotective father, Tony Stark, to your best friends, Peter and Wanda, it seems like everyone has already found their soulmate and proven their greatness, except you. Surrounded by heroes, and as a young hero yourself, everyone around you imagines your soulmate will be someone with heroic origins too, but what if they're wrong? What if your soulmate is a misunderstood villain, and better yet, the god of mischief? Note: This story takes place during the earlier days of the MCU, and will take place chronologically after Captain American: Civil War. Please see the part titled "Premise" for further details on the timeline of this AU. Also, please note that this is a Loki x female reader fic.

He was a god in chains. She was Hydra's weapon. Neither asked for a soulmate. Nyra was forged in darkness. Hydra carved shadows into her bones, fusing forbidden sorcery with cruel science until she became everything they wanted - ruthless, chaotic, unstoppable. She swore no one would ever control her again. Then Loki arrived in New York. His soulmark burned against hers, binding them in a fate neither of them wanted to believe. She sees the truth behind his smile - the chains, the torture, the lies - because she's lived them too. But trusting a god of lies is dangerous. Wanting him is even worse. And yet... the bond pulls hotter, fiercer, every time they touch. Caught between Hydra's ghosts, the Avengers' suspicions, and Loki's own broken soul, Nyra must decide: will she let herself fall into the shadows with him - or burn everything down trying to resist? 🔥 Perfect for fans of: slow-burn soulmates, enemies-to-lovers, Avengers rewrites with a twist, dark powers, trauma healing, and shadowy spice.