Aegon/rhaenyra Ao3 Novels & Stories

The kind that said a piece had just moved on a board he’d assumed was fixed. “You want to know who I am?” she asked. “Fine. Let me be clear, on the record, where your stenographers and your future historians can’t pretend I whispered it. “I am Lyra Hale. I am a surgeon. I am a wolf. I am the mother of a pup. You would happily turn into a political pawn if I let you. I am the woman Aiden Voss broke when he chose your crown over our bond—and the one who learned to set her own bones after that.”

**Chapter 39: Preparations Across Realms** In the Summer Court of the Fae, deep within the Eternal Glades where sunlight never quite sets, Princess Lirael stood before a mirror of living water. The surface rippled with every breath she took, reflecting not just her image but fragments of futures yet unwritten. Her silver hair—longer than Raven’s, woven through with living vines and tiny glowing blossoms—cascaded down her back like moonlight on a river. She wore a gown of pale green silk that shifted color with her mood: now soft emerald, now deep forest, now threaded with gold as excitement flickered through her.

She thought that the Alpha she met just now was very interesting. A second later, Rae suddenly laughed out loud and then grinned while looking at the Alpha. At the age of 23, Rae has rejected a lot of hewolves that were destined by the Moon Goddess for her — Gamma, Beta, or even Alpha. They were all a bunch of boring men who even made her feel sick to just look at them.

"That's not true!" Giana sniffled behind him. "Aurora is the Beta's daughter... but I'm just a rogue. I'll never measure up to her... You should just stay with her instead..." "Why are you crying over something so obvious?" I turned to find Kane approaching, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who would ever choose a rogue over a Beta's daughter?" he continued mockingly. The air around us grew tense as Raymond's expression darkened in an instant. "What exactly do you mean by that, Kane?"

My mother would kill me if she knew I would be wearing this to face an Alpha. My runaway bag is a mess, my hair is a mess, my face is a mess, my life is a mess. Rae East is a mess who might just be mated to an Alpha. Poor man, mated to a wreck like me. He deserves a beautiful mate, some girl like the ones at the gathering, heck, even more beautiful than them. With a position, face, and body like his, he could get the Moon Goddess if he wanted. I hear a knock at the door downstairs, the house is quiet enough to hear such subtle sounds, and I swallow.

Rhae put down her brush and summoned fire to her fingers, twirling it around, she looked at herself in the mirror and grinned wildly as the blue fire flickered. The door clicked open and she jumped, fire vanishing from her fingers. She turned to the door, to find Aynyra standing there. Her hair was hanging loose over her shoulders, flowing down her chest. She wore a similar nightgown to Rhae's, except hers was a deep shade of red instead of the midnight blue that Rhaenyx wore. Aynyra whispered, "may I come in?" Rhae stood and waved her into her room, "of course, what's up?"

“She is mine!” He flung Fenrak backward with one brutal motion — bones snapped as Fenrak hit the wall, sliding down with a groan. Kael caught Rhea before she fell, trying to restrain her. She snarled like a beast, eyes wild, teeth sharp as glass. Inside her mind, Rhea stood before AURA again. The world around her burned — crimson skies, black seas. AURA loomed before her, enormous, endless — red eyes like suns bleeding light.

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

I am all alone in this existence. The jolts and bumps of the carriage, the regular clops of hooves against sun-baked ground, grow on me rapidly. I find solace in the thought that the ride won't be very lengthy in spite of everything. Given the proximity of Agnarys' domain, Hestenia, to Gahndor, the journey ought to take no more than several hours. We are actually among the territories nearest to Gahndor. Each noble house in Raelia has a domain that they control and defend. When Mother and Father are unable to fulfill their obligations, my older brother Jason will assume Hestenia's tasks. Still, despite we officially possess this territory, every piece of land is ruled by Gahndor. That's just

Frya is a rare werewolf, legendarily named the Wild Beast and she learned of her real nature years after she lost all her family, save one brother, in the Great Battle, inspired by the Sisterhood. Now tinted with the mark of revenge, Riyin, alongside his best friend, Frya, embark on the quest to find the Sisterhood, a coven of the most powerful witches, the Violet Witch included, and avenging his family's death. Through fights, hunger, and many brushes with death, they finally find the Sisterhood, but they are not ready for what they meet.