Daemon Rhaenyra Fanfic Novels & Stories

In such a way that she could hardly hear the growls and words coming out of her mouth because of the noise, that the king-sized bed is making. Ara's throat became very dry because of the successive moans and sighs that kept coming out of her mouth. She tried to resist but she really couldn't. Every thrust of Daniel's steel-like weapon meeting up to the core of her femininity has given her continuous and seemed to be endless happiness. Her eyes were closed as the man she loved claimed her. But there were times when she was still able to open them and she always sees him staring at her.

Rhea's POV My body is crying in pleasure that I didn't even know what he was talking about, "Say that you are mine and mine alone," he commanded and at his words, the hairs on my back stood erect making my legs go weak. However, unknowingly I leaned into his arms but before I could say a word, Daemon lifted my face, his eyes were dark and filled with lust. Leaning forward, his lips came crashing down. "Here you are, bro, you have a visitor,"

“Have you seen the latest episode of House of the Dragons?” Jordan asked as we walked through the little relaxation centre outside the hospital, trying to find the perfect place to stay. “I haven’t. I’ve been a little busy lately.” I answered, sighing in regret. “Well, the crowned princess Rhaenyra has married Prince Daemon,” he revealed. My eyes grew wide. I had only missed an episode since the show started, and now I felt way behind. “Oh shit, no way! I have to watch it when I get home.”

"I'm here trying to rest; you guys are fighting like cat and mouse." "Sorry babe," Daniel replied, hugging Grace by rubbing her back gently. "What happened to you? Why are you so pale?" "Can we all sit first," I nodded, taking a seat beside Rachel as Daniel passed a glass of water to Grace, who she gladly accepted, giving him small but gentle.

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.

His strong body blocked the doorway, and beside him stood his half-brother, another royal, both of them dressed in a white and gold robes. King Rykerr’s grey eyes locked onto his brother with a look that could blaze fire. He stepped forward slowly, his eyes flicking from Prince Raban’s hand still in Ayla’s hand. He saw that she was checking his pulse, causing him to clench his jaw tighter. “Brother,” Prince Raban said, trying to laugh it off. “I was not feeling fine so I came for treatment. She said she is your mate now. I was only asking…” Rykerr cut him off coldly. “There is nothing to ask. She is mine. And you have no right to question that.”

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.”

Draven’s hand clenched into a fist, still silent and Ronan’s voice became sharper. “And now you find Calista’s pendant in the middle of all this.” Draven looked away. “That proves nothing.” Ronan stared at him and then shook his head. “No.” His voice dropped. “It proves you’re still trying not to see it.” Draven’s eyes flashed but he did not argue because part of him feared Ronan was right. Far away inside the Lycan palace, Nyra sat beside a window. Rain fell outside and she watched the drops hit the glass and her hands rested over her stomach.

His dark blonde wavy hair framing his face, and his green eyes would definitely drive some she-wolf crazy I guess. But he wasn’t mine, I had a mate and I wanted him to touch me not Noah. So my wolf instantly growled at him through me and I could feel my claws coming out, ready to scratch his face off. Scoffing Noah took a step back as he grinned, my reaction was turning him on, I could see it in his eyes, they were darkening. “You might not know it yet Arya, but come Saturday, when you reject Adonis, you’ll need someone there to hold you while you’re body is wreathing in pain, “

she said with harsh laughter and shoved me out of the toom while the rest of the girls laughed. I felt tears sting my eyes as my identity played back in my head by an annoying, disembodied voice. 'Ayla, the Arnold's daughter.' 'Hunter girl.' I imagined how it would sound. "The alpha married his enemy, the hunter's daughter." I imagined the smirk on the alpha's face as he held me by his side, his sharp claws digging into my sides and a smirk that promised a life of torture and pain. A sob escaped my lips as I ran into the room and fell to the ground in tears.