Game Of Thrones Rhaegar Novels & Stories

"I've never worked so hard on any other case as I have on Lord Rhaegar. I know how much he means to you and I really want to save him, but I don't know what else to do." She came closer until her hands were on my shoulders. "Maybe it's for the best, baby. The man has suffered for too long already. Maybe it's time he finally found rest." --- I walked into the chamber where my godfather lay on his sickbed. Lord Rhaegar Vale. The only Lord in the South and war commander. He had been more of a father figure in my life than the man who fucked my mum to birth me. For years, he'd guided me and imparted wisdom. Losing him now would be a very hard blow.

"How are you supposed to tell me that you have no idea where the Alpha is? You're supposed to be the best with your nose yet you come to me with excuses up your asses. What is this?" He raged, his breath ragged and his appearance disoriented as he creased his eyebrows. "What am I going to tell the chairman?" He asked, shoving his fingers through his hair. "No, what am I going to tell the elders. They will have my neck! I will lose my place as a Beta, and my Lord, where in the world could he be? What if the pursuers got him?" His face continued to wrinkle in worry and disturbance. This man was Rhaegar, a Beta with beautiful blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, and also a shapeshifter. He is t

Invisible needles prick at my dry throat, and my palms as well. 'This is looking bad. I don't like the direction it's heading to.' The door to the building finally creaks open, and there he stands alone, with his hands up. Auren. "Let her go, Rhaegar. Don't bring an innocent Omega into our business," he grits his teeth. "What a gentleman. You thought making your men escape before you came out was heroic?" Rhaegar snaps his fingers, and his goons pour out in their numbers, running towards the back of the building.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

Azraiel left the King's Castle right after the meeting. The King's Castle is located at the far end of the dark and dangerous forest of Rysterbia. It is being used as an administrative building to conduct various tasks related to packs all around the world. Earlier, it was occupied by the Alpha King and his family. But after a tragic accident that killed the entire royal lineage, the castle has been turned into an administrative building with an exception to the residential wing of the castle. Some ministers of the king believed that someone from the royal family is still alive and would come forward soon to claim the throne. It has been 23 years since the accident and till date, no one has

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

"He knows more about what moves through this island than most people assume. He simply never volunteers." "And Devereux." "Young. The current heir is nineteen years old. Sera Devereux. She arrived with no prior court exposure and has spent the first two weeks watching everything without engaging." He paused. "She reminds me of you at orientation. Out of nowhere, except she hasn't approached anyone." "Yet," Nora said. Something in his mouth. "Yet." She looked at her notepad. Five bloodlines, five distinct political calculations. Beneath them, the Harlow-Lysander parallel. Beneath that, the memory erasures and the underground levels and the access system built to keep certain questions from ge

It's been such a long time and I'm done leaving him to enjoy his peace. "I repeat! Who are you?" He asked feeling a bit of uneasiness. I haven't even began. "Let me start with a little introduction. My name is Mia. Mia Alexandra Carson. Does that last name ring a bell or not?" "Carson?" He was deliberating "I used a fake face, entered school and your bullshit son thought he could make me fall in love and walk away. Well he succeeded. I'm the girl whom you and your precious daughter tried to capture at the school forest the other time. I've been the obstruction in your games. I'm Raven" I said all of this to him and earned a look of shock from him.

“Ezra speaks flippantly, but his words carry some truth. Your enemies are not idle, Kaelen, the most recent incidence proves it. Perhaps an alliance through marriage could protect us all. The lady Selera is...” “Enough please! Kaelen’s voice cracked like a whip. He pushed to his feet, his chair scraping against the floor. We waste breath on alliances and bedsheets while a greater danger stirs beyond our walls. Who is Rhaegor? i demand to know about him. I need answers about Rhaegor.” The chamber went still. An elder scoffed. “Rhaegor is bad news, a homicidal demon. But Rhaegor is dead now. He belonged and was the great alpha of the ironfang pack. The Ironfang Pack was wiped from the face of

“Too bad you’re too late. The trials have already begun… and she’s in deep. Too deep. When she fails—and she will—she dies.” Priestess Azara emerged from the gloom, her presence sending a shiver down my spine. Then came the scent—familiar, corrupted, powerful. Rhaegos. “I know that stench,” I growled. “Show yourself. Or has the great Rhaegos become a coward who hides in the shadows?” He stepped into the clearing, his scarred face twisting into a smirk. A mark I had given him long ago still marred his cheek—a reminder of our last battle.