Aerys Ii Novels & Stories

Her eyes narrow when she sees the engraving. “This is … barbaric,” she mutters, her voice filled with disgust. “No Alpha has the right to mark anyone like this, much less his Luna!” “Exactly,” Nero growls, crossing his arms over his chest. “But Darius didn’t care about that. He didn’t see Eva as his Luna. He saw her as something he could control, and he used that control to keep her and her daughter in line. She managed to escape, but he’s not going to stop coming after her unless we make sure he can’t.”

" She's at my house?" he asked. He sounded unsure. I nodded. Alpha Aerys went past me in a hurry, but my words stopped him, " I know your ways with women. If you hurt her, I'll kill you," I warned him. Aerys Chasia was an excellent and strong alpha, but he was a player. He turned back, his eyes glistening dangerously. His fists clenched. " Are you threatening me, Harry," he growled.

And beside them stood a man. Aria recognized him immediately. King Darius. Her breath caught. “No…” She turned the page. There was another picture. Darius standing beside Queen Elara. Then another. A newborn baby wrapped in white cloth. A silver wolf mark on her wrist. Aria’s hand began trembling. Under the picture were words: THE HEIR WAS BORN. She turned the page. THE KING WAS AFRAID. Another page. THE QUEEN WAS SILENT. Another. THE CHILD WAS TAKEN.

“Your years prevent another. The time has come to discuss succession.” “And who would you see wear my mantle?” my father asked. His voice was still firm, though his knuckles whitened against the chair arm. Elder Jorah leaned in, thin lips curling. “There are Alphas ready to claim the chance. Young. Strong. Ambitious. Darius Blackthorn of Silverfang—his lineage is unbroken, his victories already spoken of. He would be a fitting heir.” The name burned in my ears. “Darius Blackthorn?” I burst out before I could stop myself. My voice rang louder than intended, slicing into the silence.

Then, softly: “If it’s a girl… Arielle. It means lioness.” I smiled at that. “Strong name. Befitting a daughter who would have her father’s mouth and temper.” He nodded once, and the smile on his face was one that I couldn’t simply ignore. “And if it’s a boy… Lucian. It means light.” “Light,” I echoed, rolling the word on my tongue. “I like that.” He looked at me, something warm but unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Good. Because that’s what this feels like. Like a little light. The spark that can hold it all together, you know, make sense of things.”

Seren moved from the window to the chair across from her with the unhurried quality of someone who had delivered difficult information many times and had learned that rushing it never improved it. "Lysander was the preferred heir for sixty years," she said. "Not officially the succession line was always Caspian's by birth order. But the bloodline court, the advisors, the High Court members who dealt with the Vale seat they expected Caspian to decline the succession. To choose a different life." She paused. "He was not an easy child. Not difficult in the way of cruelty or recklessness difficult in the way of someone who found the institution insufficient and wasn't quiet about it. For decades

“Get straight to the point.” Carson said, “Sir Ares is the crown prince of Imperial Capital, Young Master, whereas you’re Yorks Stronghold’s young master. You both have equally unrivaled good looks and outstanding talent, but why did you suffer a crushing defeat? That’s because you don’t have two extremely intelligent sons like Sir Ares.” Cole mulled it over. That made sense. Jay was majestic and impressive in Yorks Stronghold only because the twins, Jenson and Baby Robbie, were working together.”

On a normal day, that would have made me chuckle but I was too tired to even form a proper smile so I just shrugged it off whilst walking to my room. But Violet had other plans. She was on my tail. I pulled the death called heels from my aching feet and continued to strip. "Since nothing happened, just tell of his appearance". This earned her a blank stare. "Come on Kris. At least give me some little juicy details to keep me alive till tomorrow". She whined dramatically. "He's not that hot". And right there is a big fat lie. He was fucking hot. Even better than a Greek god. He's grown his hair a little longer than it was but it was well groomed. His sharp jawline was covered with perfectly s

How can I let it go like this? The bastard who hurt her is going to be dead soon. Eventually, a week after, Brayden Marshall was beheaded by Prince Rhyker.

I place my hand on his abdomen his eyes go black with lust. ‘My name is Lylah and I’m your worst bloody nightmare!’ I yell as I grab my dagger, tucked into his waist. I slash it across his chest and jump out of his lap. He looks down at his shirt which is beginning to soak with his blood and touches it. Then he looks at me with intense sadness. I refuse to let it affect me this time. I imagine Micah’s last moments, drowning out Lord Talon’s pleading eyes.