Daemon X Rhaenyra Novels & Stories

She aforementioned, sardonically. Drake stopped walking and glanced at her. “They had their vacation until I let them back in my house. You’re my slave, so do not defy my commands,” he answered coldly before walking out of the maid’s room. After failing twice, Drake put her in the maid’s room. Emily went back to bed, but Leia interrupted her thoughts. ‘Get up, Emily. The Alpha King is getting pissed right now,’ she informed. ‘Let him. I don’t care,’ bluntly she replied.

I have to dance with her again and swipe her off her feet to hear her cute giggle one more time. "I'm winning this for you, my Rayne," I whisper and kiss the ring she gave me. Our army also starts to move, ready to fight for the world. We are not going to surrender, we will not allow the black magic witches to take over the world and make us their puppets. We will put an end to them! As I move forward, I can see more and more of my enemies. I can see Eleanor, I can see Tyler Beckett and I can see James Davidson. "KILL THEM ALL!" Tyler Beckett shouts at the top of his lungs. The ground starts to shake and the leaders of our army stop the soldiers from moving. The ground cracks beneath us and

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

I don’t know what it means, but I have the sickening feeling that the heart is tied to Kael’s prison… and Nyxara always watches trials closely. We step toward the archway, but before we enter, something moves behind us. Therin whirls, blade out. Elyra summons fire to her palm. Shadows peel away from the far wall. Long fingers curl around the edge of the hallway, and then a head peeks around with teeth longer than the claws. Dax. He grins, corrupted. His eyes are glowing, mismatched red and grey. His hair is damp with sweat, and his shoulders twitch unnaturally.

the elder said. “I, Alpha Dax of the steel fangs pack, claim you, Raven, as my Luna and promise to protect you, honor you, and stand with you through trouble and peace,” Dax said, his voice thick with emotion. I felt a tear roll down my face. Dax turned to Lily and knelt so he would be at eye level with her. “And I claim you as my daughter. I will teach you everything you need to know and protect you with everything I have,” Dax said, smiling at Lily.

Every time one of them touched her—every time they lifted her arm or brushed her hair back—my wolf snarled inside me. *“Don’t let them touch her.”* “They’re helping her. That’s not how this works.” *“Then make it work.”* I gripped the edge of the doorframe so hard that the wood cracked under my hand. Cain appeared beside me, his voice low. “You’re acting strange, Rhaegar.” I didn’t look at him. “Focus on your duties, Beta.” He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “As you say, Your Majesty.”

But how these people have me in their arms and can kill me in an instant, even though Darius needs an heir from me, he can just buy another woman to do that. I needed to think well and fast. DARIUS POV "Stop!" I ordered the woman beside me, whose hands were already shaky, while caressing my shoulders. She stopped immediately, shaking in fear 'Tell them to make my bath right away.' "Yes, Alpha," she said, bowing her head while running out of the room. Pulling off my clothes and tying my robe, I sat beside the window, looking back at the acres of land spread far across the castle. The breeze was particularly warm and soft as it brushed my hair backwards.

The air down here is thick with damp stone and despair, but it’s the sight of her that chokes him: Raven, the High Priest’s daughter, chained like a beast, half-naked and broken, her snow-white hair matted with blood, sharp blue eyes swollen shut behind bruises that bloom like dark flowers. She was smiling once. That day on the pilgrim road—small hand clutching his sleeve, sharp eyes wide with trust. "Stay," she’d mouthed, and he had. Followed her into camp because she was the last spark of light from a family he’d revered. The Winterstars: Archdruid mother, High Priest father, pillars of Arcadia Prime. And Raven, their winter star, who laughed like bells and made even war-weary soldiers sof

said Raven. “If that place absorbed your ability, you will definitely be able to revive the witch who kills,” said Damon. “She’s the powerful one and scary.” “She’s really alive because while my Katana was stuck in her chest, she sat down and looked at me,” said Raven. “The two on their knees. Did you meet them?” Kyra asked. “I mean, did you see their faces?” “No, Kyra. They are secure not to see their faces,” said Damon. “I can’t understand why that hooded man always pushes me away when the enemy is strong. When you needed my help,” said Kyra.

She tossed it onto the bed next to my head. "You're mine, Finn Dalton. No matter who or what you become - a cripple, a monster, or a liar - I love you anyway. Even your most beloved Rhea cannot do that." I didn't answer. It was stupid to do so. THE GALA: 8:00 PM RHEA'S POV