Gael Targaryen Novels & Stories

I needed to know who held my destiny in her hands. As we introduced ourselves, “Katelyn Adams, future Alpha to the Golden Moon pack.”. My heart plummeted. I had heard of this young legend for the past few years. My father had met her at various Alpha meetings and had always been impressed with her, her father and how the Golden Moon pack had been run.

I think her name was Mary. I stood up abruptly, clenched my fists, and said with anger in my voice: - Mary? Did those motherfuckers kill Mary? They made me believe for twelve years that rogues killed her. The man puts his hand on his face and lets the tears fall. - I was friends with her parents, and when she saw me, she tried to help me. She knew the true alpha was me; as a warrior, she knew I was the one she owed her allegiance to. But my men were not prepared, and we were cruelly defeated. Now I'm better prepared, and my men are well trained. This time, I'll win and be the fair alpha the pack deserves.

A pulse of power swept from her palm, slamming into the shadows like a tidal wave. A lone figure stumbled out of the smoke cloaked in royal silver armor. Kael shifted back, his voice a growl. “Who are you?” The soldier fell to one knee, breathing hard. “I am Emissary Jorah. I come with a message… from the Alpha King.” Kael and Rylan growled in unison. But Aria stepped forward. “Let him speak.” Jorah raised his head. His eyes widened when he saw her. “You… You’re the heir.”

Even exhausted from battle, he carried the promise of later intimacy in every touch, the kind where he would pull her close in the quiet hours and lose himself in her until the only sounds were their mingled breaths and the slick rhythm of bodies reuniting. Selene stepped forward, her expression guarded but respectful as the northern delegation approached. Their leader rode at the front, a woman of striking presence with hair the color of midnight frost and eyes that seemed to hold centuries of secrets. She dismounted with fluid grace and inclined her head toward Lyra. “I am Elowen of House Vaeloria,” she announced, her voice carrying across the ridge without effort. “We have watched the fra

GAVRAEL ~ He calls himself Zephyr, and seeing him manhandle my mate made me angry. But my anger wasn’t enough to break myself from his hold and regain control of my body. “Kill them all, I’ll deal with her. I could only watch as he took Adaira away from the battlefield, knowing that she was their only hope to win the battle against his beasts.

The feeling was good, but there was no way she was going to confess how she felt with his hand over hers. " Mom and Zeke," she sighed, taking a gulp from her magaritta. " What's up with them?" "For starters, mom wants me to get a man, fall in love, and get married. And Zeke somewhat agrees to it." The 27-year-old lady said Alyona inherited her mother's remarkable beauty, with entrancing eyes that reflected her own. Her tall, curvy shape was complemented by a beautiful olive complexion, which added to her allure.

With her golden hair and violet eyes, even clad in armour, Tarragon was an arresting beauty, the delicacy of her features and soft fullness of her lips belying the steely determination that she displayed as a knight, and the merciless skill with which she wielded her sword, the legendary Intuin Desparen, gifted to our mother by the Prince Rivyn of the Fae Court of Light. Tarragon cared not for any of the handsome young knights. Unlike myself, Tarragon was intensely focused on achieving her goal, her purpose in life. She was the child of prophecy, after all. Destined to save us all from the monsters that plagued our world. “Concentrate, Daethie,” Rue met my eyes shaking his head slightly, his

The helpers greeted her in unison. "Please call me Arya and thank you." she replied with a tired smile. The helpers were a bit surprised to see her changed aura. Fivr years ago, Mrs. Brail is a weak and poeerless woman. But the woman now is very different. "Madam, would you like us to serve your food right away?" "No, I'm okay. I just want to rest for now. I'll eat tomorrow." "But Madam-" "Let her be! She can starve herself!" Eon shouted, he was not pleased since they went down the plane. She's didn't show any signs of jealous after what he and Vanessa had displayed.

Each had their own role to play. The first members were Darius Stanley a light fairy, Vladimir Markle a wind fairy, Aubrey Flores a water fairy, Meredith Reyes a nature Fairy, and Thelma Ellis a fire fairy. These groups of people made up the counsel of the elders. King Frederick Carter was in his 70's and queen Eleanor Carter in her 60's. As though he was old he still got the zeal to rule over Winterfell. Demetria, who was just in her 20's, wasn't sure if she would want to rule over Winterfell In place of her parents. She wanted a normal life like other fairies with no royalty attached to it.

“We’ve had enough—” Zoriana cut him off cleanly. “I won’t waste anyone’s time. I will be extremely quick. I, Zoriana Roux, Alpha of the Morning Star pack, reject you, Crown Prince and Alpha heir of the Royal Pack, Gael Castellari, as my mate and Alpha.” A sudden, sharp pain surged through her chest. It was powerful, but she found it bearable. Across the table, Gael’s face twisted in agony, and he clutched his heart, gasping for air.