Daemon Rhaenyra Fanfic Novels & Stories

I removed Travis’s knife from his pocket and kept it in my pocket, “My mother already took Skylar who was precious to me, do you think I would allow Diana or whatever her name is to take my existence Aurora away from me?” My head was spinning with what I would do if she really was Raven; as I opened her door to enter her room, Ava was coming out of the room. “What are you doing here?” I questioned Ava. It was weird; Ava had never had any relationship with any of the queens, so what exactly was she doing here? “I just came to talk to Queen Diana,” Ava flashed me a small smile, “I should get going; I have to go try out my dress; the modiste is already here,” I nodded my head and then watched A

He demanded. The King taken aback simply and firmly said "I suggest you watch your tone Alpha." Letting his aura slip out just enough to show the Alpha who he was speaking to then continued. "As I was saying she is not a rogue. She is my daughter. You can unmask yourself now, Arya." "I’m sorry My King." Alpha josh said and collected himself a little more before he continued. "What are you talking about? Unmask herself?"

Felicia and I were the same. "King Darius, I don't want to hear how bitter you are right now. It seems your bride left you. Sadly, she doesn't even want to have a vow with you. I think you're lucky because you don't need to be caged in a marriage that you never like in the end. Lucky her, too." My beta angrily snarled. Her eyes were glowing, making me realize that she had the blood of the Lycans. I thought she was mixed because the color of her eyes was different. As she continued to speak, her words cut deep, revealing a side of her I had never seen before. The tension in the room was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets she might be hiding.

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.

I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home. “So, Osiris.” Lucas said, pulling my attention to him. “What exactly are you? As my mate said, you don’t smell human, and you definitely don’t smell like a wolf.” “I’m a vampire-witch hybrid. Surely you’ve heard of my father, Rhazian.” “Ok, now I know he’s hit his head.” Selene snorted. “He thinks he’s something out of the human’s fantasy books.” “Have Rory check him over in the clinic. Once she’s checked him out we can start getting down to the bottom of this.”

He stroked his hand at the side of the frame when it moved slightly, and another piece of paper fell. "Peter Weasley- July 24, 2021." Another name, the same month and day but a different year. Hyde didn't waste any more time and lifted the mirror. And that's when he saw something. "What in the world was she up to?" He murmured as he kept his eyes focused on the photos and notes connected by pieces of yarn as if the victim was investigating something. He moved further from the table and captured everything with his phone including the pieces of paper on the vanity.

She sent him a blinding smile, but Ronan’s gaze swept past her coldly. He kept his gaze on the priest as he spoke, " I have something to say" Looking at Raine with nothing but coldness in his eyes, Ronan shreded her heart into tiny pieces “I, Ronan Draven, second alpha son of the Draven pack, reject you, Raine Whitmore as my fated mate.” The entire clearing fell into silence. For a long miserable second, Raine thought she had imagined it. The words sunk into her, sharp like claws as they tore through her chest.

Daxton was the safest option. But this choice ran deeper than that. For the first time, I could see his bleeding soul. I could see his desire for me. And even though I wanted to pretend that I was just using him, my heart ached for him. Truly. "I, Arya Ravenna Nightshade, accept you, Daxton Alden Kylan Eastwood..." His eyes widened. "...as my fated mate." I moved towards him and embraced him, closing my eyes as power flared through the bond.

“Rudela—the healing potions.” Warner reached him first, gripping his arm to keep him upright. I moved on pure instinct, pouring moon water into a small bowl and stirring in the powdered herbs with shaking hands. He coughed once, hard. Blood stained his lips. The phone slipped from his grasp and hit the floor with a sharp crack. Whatever life remained in my old device shattered on impact. My heart lurched, but there was no time to mourn the phone. “Here. Let him drink it.” Warner took the bowl and held it to the Lycan King’s mouth. He shoved it aside and forced himself back to his feet, swaying only once.

BOOK 2: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTER We’ll keep on coming till we get it right This place, we’ve seen it a million times I won’t forget you Can’t remember me without you But I can’t call you mine. —Daughtry, Call You Mine * *