Before she'd even been conceived her mother had made a deal with the gods. Grant her wisdom, beauty, magical healing power, fertility and prowess in battle and her mother would do whatever they wished of her for the rest of her life. Now with her reaching maturity she must use those powers to heal her husband so that he can put sons and daughters in her womb. She must give him sons so that the Vikings will rule forever and their direct line will stay in power

Story is in two point of views. Lir is Celtic and falls for a crippled northman who falls for her in return. **Fanfic. I don't own any of the Vikings characters** (Lir, and Aleena are fictional characters I came up with.)

"I bid you to remember the words of our forefathers. Fear nothing. Survive. Conquer." Rated M: Violence and Mature Themes. Please be advised that this book may have graphic depictions of violence.

❝ The Gods gave me a rare woman and I loved her well. ❞ THE RARE WOMEN SERIES - NOVEL #1 GAME OF THRONES - SEASON 5, 6, & 7 © stxrmborn COMPLETED Wattpad Featured Story Awarded as Best Jon Snow Fanfic 4X Awarded as Best GOT Female OC 2X Awarded as Best GOT Fanfic Ship 2X Awarded as Best Completed GOT Fanfic

An orphaned commoner, Eve was sold off at the age of ten to be the playmate of Ramsay Snow. Young Ramsay grows fond of his stubby ignorant little toy after saving her one day. As the pair mature, Eve blossoms into an enticing young woman. How could he resist? She was, after all, his. He owned her. And his innocent Eve was not scared-she preferred it in his bed. Can a psychopath love and care for someone? This is an extremely possessive Ramsay and it's amazing. You don't have to watch Game of Thrones to understand this story. THIS STORY BELONGS TO GoodyGumDrops ON FANFICTION. I'M JUST PUTTING IT OUT HERE FOR EVERYONE TO LOVE. ALL CREDITS TO HER!!

The Boltons have always been as cruel as they are cunning, but this one seems a beast in human skin... ________________________________ "Why not kill me, put an end to my annoyance if you think so low of me," she suggested, her voice soft, and a small smirk formed over his lips. "We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours, sweet Melina, and it just so happens my demons have chosen to play with you."

❝SHE'S GOT A SICKNESS, THAT ONE. IT'S IN HER BLOOD. SCARY TO THINK WHAT SHE'LL BE LIKE WHEN SHE'S FULL GROWN. IF THE GODS ARE GOOD, SHE'LL DIE BEFORE THAT.❞ In the North, there are whispers of a cruel and sickly girl lurking in the Dreadfort. Her skin is as pale as snow and her eyes are colder than winter itself. Her name is Drucilla Bolton, and she's the youngest daughter of Roose Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort. She keeps knives like a little girl keeps dolls and roams the castle in the dead of night, haunted by visions of a flayed man, tortured by guilt. And yet, as terrible and frightening as she is, there are whispers of another, one worse than her. A beast in human skin. A monster with a charming smile, capable of unimaginable violence. He hunts the Dreadwoods with his vicious pack of hounds and his pet Reek. He is Roose Bolton's bastard son, and he's determined to take his rightful place as the true heir of House Bolton. Fantasy Drama/Horror - Rated M - © AMBrossart

Eliza Stark was taken from her home at age eight. She was given to the Boltons as a Ward. what will she do when her past haunts her? when she wants to change things? what will her lifelong friend do to her when she wants him to change?

My entire life I had been trained to behave like the lady my father needed me to be, for, if he were to die, I would become the lady of the house. My entire life I trained for a position that I would lose in a second if my mum would gift my father the great gift of a son. I was Annalys Woods, lady of Woodsteep and no one would take that away from me. ---- "Roose Bolton? Why is he even in your small council?" she said in a hushed tone "The Boltons have never really been loyal to the Starks, seven hells Robb, what are you doing?" she raised her voice slightly looking him straight in the eyes. "I don't need your lecture, Annalys" she sent him a death glare "I need you to marry hi-". "I'm not marrying Roose Bolton" she whisper-shouted, slamming her foot down. "I need you to marry his son" "No" Annalys said, her voiced raised "Never in a million moons will I become a Bolton".

If you think that this story has a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention. Railey Snow is Eddard Stark's second born bastard. She has the same dark brown eyes as the other bastard in Winterfell, Jon Snow. Eddard's wife, Catelyn Stark, is not happy about this. When she is given the opportunity to send Railey away once and for all, she does not hesitate. Railey is send to the Dreadfort, to Lord Bolton. There she will meet the sadistic, violent and cruel Ramsay Snow, as most people say. Or will she find out otherwise... This is a Ramsay Snow / Ramsay Bolton fanfic I do not own Ramsay, but I do own Railey. All credit considering other characters goes to George R. R. Martin.