Daemon X Rhaenyra Novels & Stories

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

Taelin- Dropping the daggers I held, I looked over my shoulder to the building where Ryan and Julian were. Then I looked at Sara who was still standing there as if she was too shocked to move. Moving my attention to Ryker, he looked torn on what to do.

she promised the King. King Danyel walks to the other side of my bed kissing my hand. "I'm glad you're ok love, you had me worried." he smiled at me and I assured him that I would be fine. I was just so tired. Kayla watched over me, her eyes narrowed, as she handed me a vile of potion to drink to help me ease into my powers, I drank it trusting her, but I felt something odd about her behavior as I drifted off to sleep. I woke with incredible pains in the middle of the night, and there was blood everywhere on our bed. I was bleeding badly, King Rryan in a panic called Lydia and Kira to our bed chambers, "She has miscarried her child we must help her, or she too will die from blood loss." Kira

As they approached the port, Raenerys couldn't help but think of what she had seen before they left the north. Acheron is talking to Sera. She couldn't quite figure out how the two had the chance to talk because she was sure it wasn't the first time. What makes Acheron communicate with Sera? Because of that question, she couldn't stop glancing at Sera, who was now excited to land her feet on the sand of the Eastern Region. But even so, she could feel the sharp look in Raenerys' glance at her. Even if she wanted to pay attention, she didn't do it because it might only make her angry. She can't afford to be killed by Raenerys here; even if she wants to submit her own life if Raenerys wants it

I hear Winter copying my words and repeating them with her name. Darius stands, staring at me. "Say it!" "Fine. I, King Darius Isaiah Blackthorn of the Celestial Monarchy pack, agree to be rejected by you, Xenia. Athena. Thornblade of the Mooncrest Pack.” Pain spears through me, but it doesn't work. "It didn't work, make him say it." "I can't make him." "Darius! Now. I, Xenia Athena Thornblade of the Mooncrest Pack, reject you, King Darius, Isaiah Blackthorn of the Celestial Monarchy Pack.”

My heart raced against my chest, and getting up, I frowned when she locked the bathroom’s door “Aurora…” “This is going to be your punishment, Dante D’Angelo” she said, making my heart drop. I could hear her heart racing, and turning the water on, specifically, the shower on, I let out a low growl when she moaned. “Aurora, are you giving yourself a…” I said, gulping as my dick twitched inside my boxers upon smelling her arousal “Aurora De Luca, I am going to break this bathroom’s door, and I swear things are not going to end well”

“Maren Vaelorin.” “And the father?” Dax stepped forward and his voice carried across the ring the way it always carried, steady and deep. “Maren Vaelorin. Daughter of Blackthorn. Sister of Cael.” The silence that followed was thick and warm and every wolf in the ring heard the name Cael and the wolves who knew the story bowed their heads and the wolves who didn’t looked at the ones who did and the understanding moved through the gathering like a wave. The elder nodded and looked down at the baby in her arms. Maren was staring up at the elder’s face with her dark eyes wide and her fists loosened for once. The elder was quiet for a long time, studying the baby the way healers study wounds, rea

Lem, let go of her. "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

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.”

Can you have it completed by tomorrow morning? She typed back: *Tonight.* Three seconds. *Dr. Osei has agreed to verify,* Amara sent. *One more thing.* Nora held the phone. *The first family responding to the consultation has sent a second message,* Amara wrote. *They asked if the anchor would be present at the first session.* Nora held the phone. She looked at Caspian. He held the corridor. "Yes," she typed. Amara's response came immediately. *They also asked if the heir of the Vael bloodline would attend.*