Fireand cerita

princess arriane tagrayen martel x Aerion targaryen

I DO NOT OWN GOT,ASOIAF,AND FIRE AND BLOOD "I am a Tully! Family comes first to me, then it's my honor, I ought you to never forget that!" Alysanne Tully, is the daughter of Elmo Tully and the twin to Oscar Tully. A raven arrives to her land when she is only 11 summoning her to court to be a lady to Helaena Targaryen, while there she meets the prince Aemond Targaryen. She accompanies the family for a lot of the events and she find solace in the prince, though when it comes time for choosing her husband, who knows what can happen?

Introduction: "This alliance was agreed by me, gentlemen, Princess Kiara has wished for this war to end, as I do." Kai pauses. "Who decided that this meeting was to be called without my knowledge?" He looks around glaring. He turns to me. My guards are tense at the door, as he nears me. "Forgive me, my fury, I was unaware." He says softly his hand touching my cheek. I could feel the heat from his palm. "I believe they just wanted to see if I was worthy," I murmur playing along. "I know you showed them by the command you took," He states. I could feel their fiery gazes startle. "Perhaps, tonight you can join me for dinner?" He asks. "I would not miss it," I turn to the royal table. "Please excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I shall take my leave now." I can hear the muttering and disagreement as can Kai. "Oh, and gentlemen," I pause before the door. "You may underestimate me now, but crossing me, is the last thing you want to do. I am not a meek little girl, I will fight for my people, and should the Prince agree, our people." I pause my eyes glinting. "I am not going to give up. So, try me if you wish. However, be warned. Unlike you, I have the bite to back up the bark." I walk away hearing the chairs screech. They start yelling as I walk away. My guards following. Their proud gazes reach mine. This is for our people. This will save lives. I tell myself. Even at the cost of myself.

Poems about things that have happened to me.

Wade has a crush Elemental fanfiction. Cover does not belong to me. I love this movie so much!!

Marcella O'Sullivan is the only one in her family that doesn't have any power. things seem normal until one day it reaches the limit and comes out. Now she's faced with a journey that she has to take alone but what will she find when she is all alone and nowhere left to run.

In a world where we defined people by the elements like nature they carry, he is Air - calm, silent, and emotionally distant. He walks through life unnoticed, a shadow drifting through loud crowds, speaking only when words matter. She is Fire - bold, sarcastic, and radiant. Feared by many for her fierce words and unapproachable attitude, yet hiding a deep no one dares to see. Their paths cross in a place where silence meets flame. An unexpected connection forms through subtle glances, mocking words, and silent understanding. As their worlds collide, will the quiet strength of Air be enough to tame the wild spirit of Fire? A story about hidden pain, unspoken emotions, and the struggle to be truly understood.

What happens when Sage Arrowood, a Demon from Hell, meets Loki, the God of Mischief? We're about to find out! _______________________________ "Did you just stab me-?" "...No, it was simply... a friendly gesture." "Woah. Metal."

In a world where humans and vampires coexist some in shadows, others in plain sight-secrets lie buried beneath centuries of blood and power. Emmaline Carter is a seemingly ordinary girl with an extraordinary past she doesn't fully understand. Orphaned at a young age after the mysterious death of her mother and unborn sibling, Emma has been secretly protected all her life by her mother's vampire lover, Marcus, and his enigmatic son, Jake. When Emma transfers to Blackthorne Academy a school where vampire royalty mingles with unsuspecting humans she crosses paths with Chase Collins, the feared and admired prince of vampires. With powers echoing hellfire and shadow, Chase is both adored and avoided-a force even the vampire council approaches with caution. Beneath his composed exterior lies a soul shaped by betrayal and a deep hatred for the humanity that nearly shattered his family. What begins as a clash of worlds-Emma, the fierce girl with a hidden past, and Chase, born of royal blood yet marked by the scandal of his father's affair evolves into a dangerous bond neither of them can resist. As tensions rise and old enemies stir, long-buried truths threaten to unravel everything: their origins, the vampire council's darkest secrets, and a prophecy that could destroy them both. With allies turning into enemies, love blooming amidst the chaos, and the line between monster and man fading .Emma and Chase must choose: defy fate, or become its next victims.

Eira is tall and lean, built for endurance rather than speed. Her skin carries the deeper blue of the forest Na'vi, dusted faintly with pale speckles that glow softly at night-subtle, never radiant. Her eyes are a muted gold, observant and unreadable, the kind that linger longer than they should. She rarely blinks when listening. Her hair is dark, worn in practical braids threaded with small leaves and bone beads-nothing decorative without purpose. The markings on her face and shoulders are restrained, painted only for ceremony or war. She moves quietly, deliberately, wasting no energy. Physically, she sits between worlds. Not as agile in the trees as full Omaticaya, not as fluid in water as Metkayina-but adaptable enough to survive both when she must. She favors a bow over close combat, precise and patient, striking only when certain. Personality-wise, Eira is calm to the point of discomfort. She does not speak much, and when she does, her words are direct. She does not argue. She does not boast. She listens, remembers, and acts. Her healer blood shows in how she treats wounds-with care, not pity-and how she accepts death without denial. She loved once. Deeply. Completely. After Neteyam's death, something in her closes-not cold, not cruel, just resolved. She does not seek comfort, nor does she offer explanations for her loyalty. She stays. She fights. She endures. Eira does not believe she is chosen. She believes she is responsible. And that belief makes her dangerous.