Alicent X Rhaenyra Novels & Stories

She realized that that KAEL DRAVEN is. Rain exploded across the battlefield while the forest echoed with growls and terrified screams Ariana was extremely terrified inside the carriage, her heart pounding violently against her chest as she watched Kael Draven step forward into the storm.The Night Crawlers circled him carefully now.There were six of them No,Eight.

Hyacinth was looking at the priest with a smirk, wanting me to embarrass myself even more. “Her name is Hyacinth Vaelthorn.” I responded to the mind link. “We are here today to join king regent Kael Ashveil, and princess Hyacinth Vaelthorn…” The priest began, and his voice faded as he kept speaking. “So, you know my name.” Hyacinth scoffed, shaking her head like she had caught me red-handed. *** I had asked for her name the previous day after court. Dacian had suggested seeing her again, but I wasn't up for it, and stooping low to see a human wasn't on my list of things to do.

But then, Rivyn would be reluctant to be apart from his wife. I settled myself down on my bedroll, knowing that I was out of sight and watched as Aurien and Diandreliera stepped out to greet the Fae princes. After a few moments of bowing and curtseying, they followed Aurien’s princess into her tent. Akyran cast his eye around the camp, looking for me, and his body language changed when he saw Ashara. She almost dropped the tray she was carrying, and her expression made my heart ache. She loved him. A muscle in the corner of his jaw worked, and he looked around again, his expression wary, before stepping into the tent. She followed him with her burden, her face desolate.

He walks beside me with his hand still enclosing mine so warmly, and the feeling of his strong, calloused fingers pressed against my softer ones offers me a strange comfort and a reminder of the immense power I am aligning myself with. Despite everyone's eyes still on us as we glide down the aisle, I hold my head high and match every stride Azraelyrs makes as we keep moving forward. I am Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, soon to be Queen of Drakarith, and no one will see me shivering like a fowl lost in the rain. We pass between two statues I quickly remember I had seen back in the Bahadrí. Orios and Aerizadum.

"Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war." George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (A Song of Ice and Fire, #3) • • • INTRODUCING THE MAIN TWO CHARACTERS:- • Neffie Hale Granddaughter of the highest ruler-the royal luna herself. She's a silent but attentive girl with a high intelligence, and an I-don't-care-like and a stubborn personality. She loves her family and will do anything to protect them. She values love the most and believes it is a sacred thing. She has long and wavy sunset red hair, a beautiful pair of fiery red (golden orange) eyes. Her smooth and fair skin is ivory in complexion and her height is 5'5". Also she has a thin ballerina shaped figure.

Ophelia asked politely. There is no trace of anything on her face. Her expression is completely closed off. She too is tired and is in no mood to play his games. In an hour, she can switch shifts with other Sentinel and go home. Lucian slowly walked towards her. He noticed that she stopped just inside his room not coming any further. He raised his palm and extended his index finger and middle finger. He tapped the pulse point on her neck with his fingers. Ophelia instantly fainted into his arms.

Raven stood up from her seat when Celia entered their private room. Celia had no idea that it was Raven who came to meet her. She thought it was the Alpha or Luna or both. She doesn’t care who appears to meet her, as long as it was one of them. She only came here for one purpose and that is to convince them to let her and Lorcan be together. Raven’s heart twisted inside her chest when she saw Celia’s state. Celia was drenched wet, her skin and lips were sickly pale and her whole body is trembling in cold as she clutches on to the warm blanket that is wrapped around her.

He knows now that I am- "YOU!!!!" Suddenly I hear a headstrong, fierce, stormy roar vibrating the walls of the room. I look up and see an infuriating version of hotty which is not at all hot. His long finger is pointed at me, his pale furious face makes him look like an angry Voldemort with a nose. And hair. Ryan’s jaw is clenched in rage, his eyebrows are drawn together giving him a villain look, his eyes are throwing flame rockets at me. Overall he looks flaming mad.

Then reality returned and slapped me in the face. This was Prince Caleb. Future king of the Lycans. A walking emotional disaster wrapped in expensive black clothing, and I was… whatever the hell I was becoming. The room suddenly felt too small. Outside, Princess Lena exhaled sharply. “If you do not open this door, I will come in myself.” I panicked instantly. “Can she do that?” “Yes.” “What?!” Caleb finally looked mildly annoyed. “Unfortunately.” I turned in frantic circles trying to think. There were no good hiding places. Massive room. Beautiful furniture. Completely useless for survival.

“Do you not see? This world belongs to me now.” Rael stepped forward. “This world does not belong to you.” His voice was steady, his eyes burning with an unshakable fire. “It belongs to the people. And I will see it freed.” Sienna’s gaze flickered toward him, and something unreadable passed across her face. Then, she laughed. “You think claiming a crown makes you worthy of ruling?” Her expression darkened. “You’re nothing more than a child playing at kingship.” Rael did not flinch. Instead, he lifted his sword, and in response, the mark of his lineage ignited with golden fire. A radiant glow pulsed from the blade, cutting through the dark mist that Sienna had conjured.