Alicent X Rhaenyra Novels & Stories

he frowned "If you want your death so soon, wait on the third day. Everything ends then. This alliance should never have been and it needs to be broken. Just so you know, we now have the book of plans you've set out, the evil plans against the humans. You plan to destroy us and rule over us" "Three days! Raven's going to be killed by my hands" Mr Tartal said The intruders left immediately while the hall remained tainted with blood. Luca was cuffed on the wrist with a strange metal ring.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

He really loves me, or he only loves the memory of what I represent, but I refuse to be one more, and I deserve to be valued for who I am; I was not born for him; I am the daughter of an alpha and a princess by lineage, he is the one who has to prove to me that he is worthy of me and until he does I will not be his or anyone else's. I am Hannia Winter, princess of Vellentys, daughter of Alpha Hansen, and Luna Alania, princess of Zanaerys. I am not a simple wolf or witch waiting for his mate; I will not give myself to him; for me, he will have to fight as he has never done before. Chapter 1 FLASHBACK 5 YEARS AGO I still remember it as if it were yesterday, I was sitting in the garden, and lit

A small wince escaped Rayne’s lips and I found myself unintentionally wrapping my arm more around her feeble body. "A very powerful witch," she answered me. "Adrian, I need you to keep holding Rayne just like that. The process is going to be really painful and she might need to hold onto you and I'll need you to calm her down. We don’t want to add any more salt to her cuts." Elizabeth spoke to me and I nodded. I glanced at Rayne and saw tears trickling down her blue face. This change of colour was not a good sign at all. She was in dire need for oxygen. I sat against the wall and held her protectively in my arms. My mind refused to believe that Rayne might die that night. I could not believe

I stand up and dad tries to stop me as I start running out of the living room into the holding cells to find her laying on the floor on a pool of her own blood. “No, no, no”, I let out as Colt starts shouting for someone to open the gate, one of the soldiers looks around and mom gives him a head nod. He opens it and we both rush inside to find Arya passed out, she is not healing, why isn’t she healing. “Why isn’t she healing? What is going on?”, I ask as Colt bites on his arm and takes it to her lips. As soon as his blood touches her lip her wounds start to heal and mom looks at us with sadness plastered all over her face.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

From the shadows of the ruined colonnade, a figure stepped forward draped in red silk, her eyes like twin embers in the dim. Rowena. Alive. Whole. Smiling. “Lovely coronation,” she purred. “But, sister, did you really think you were the only queen?” The ground trembled. The fires shifted, turning black once more. Matteo reached for his weapon. Bianca raised her blade. But Rowena only laughed, soft and deadly. “You fought a war for the living. I command the dead. The real war,” she whispered, “starts now.” The sky cracked open lightning raining blood.

Xavier began, eyes narrowing. "Poison," Renly gasped, doubling over, hands braced on his knees. "It was poisoned." My blood turned to ice. Aria's voice whispered sharply in my mind. "Inside. It's already inside." I turned, shaking, to Xavier, then Renly. "Who-who would—?" But Renly was already at the door, yanking it open and shouting down the corridor. Within seconds, two guards appeared, dragging a thin, trembling figure between them—the kitchen maid, Ana, her apron stained, her face streaked with tears.

The ripple of fear and curiosity moved like a wave through the crowd. "My bad," Rhaenan said lazily, though the reluctance in his voice was obvious. He wove his fingers through the air, and his wings shimmered before disappearing, cloaked by his magic. Without them, he appeared human—except for his pointed ears, which still gave him away. Caelora, however, continued to draw more attention. Her ethereal beauty stood out against the drab surroundings, her skin almost light blue, like porcelain in the sunlight. She looked like she had stepped out of a dream or some ancient painting.

The tray slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a crash, the bowl and pitcher shattering into pieces. “You’re awake,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “I—I need to inform His Majesty immediately.” I stared at her, my heart pounding. “His… Majesty?” She nodded quickly, already backing toward the door. “Alpha King Rhaegar. He asked to be notified the moment you woke.” The words hit me like a punch. Alpha King. Rhaegar. My legs gave out. I collapsed back onto the bed, my hands trembling, my mind spinning. No. No, no, no.