Game Of Thrones Rhaegar Novels & Stories

she whispered, her breath warm against my ear, “you won’t belong to him.” The shadows stilled. My heart stopped. “He will belong to you.” The cell door creaked open behind her. And in the doorway— Rhaegon stood. How much had he heard?

"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.

I whispered internally. *I don't know. But we do.* Rhaegar's eyes narrowed slightly, watching and studying me. “Do You know who I am?,” he said finally, his tone flat. I nodded slowly. “Alpha King Rhaegar.” His eyes flashed gold again for just a moment, and I could see a change in his expression before it disappeared. “Good,” he said, his voice cold again. “Then you know what happens to people who lie to me.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t find the words.

Besides, Vie confirmed before she fell asleep that she'd return to Blackthorn with me. I couldn't bring her back to the same stale environment that made her leave in the first place. I'd do anything for her to be happy and comfortable, not just with me, but in the pack. “Elder Rhaeger and Lyra won't go down without a fight,” West reminded me. “They'll surely make some ruckus to resist your order.” “That's why we're moving with the elite guards. I'm aware that Rhaegar has been training some secret warriors. That was why he was so confident, rallying the Elders to follow his orders, embezzling the pack's funds without fear.”

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

the former Luna asks. " Yes, Luna, but one at a time. You all need to be quiet," he says, and before he can continue, Nalya goes past him, followed by my mother. I sigh and lean against the wall, waiting for them to see her. I notice Rhaegar talking to his son, Khai, the alpha of the Autumn Moon pack. The two seem to disagree, and he growls, leaving. I approach Alpha Rhaegar, and he glares at me.

"Stand, Nira and speak." "King Valor, we have come seeking refuge. This man, Aerys, helped me escape from my captor and return. We are merely seeking sanctuary." Rhae turned into the character of Nira, begging. "We know your true identity, Rhaenyx Maltalor the assassin. So tell me why, I should let a manipulator and assassin back in my palace?" Valor picked his fingernails.

he said truthfully. " Why don't you like each other?" I asked. " We are both young alphas who took over at the same time. There was always a quiet competition between us, but there was no strong ill will against the other," he said. " Our mothers were cousins. Rhaegar was the beloved Prince of werewolves. He was always notorious, and praised for that while I was in his shadow," I've always wanted to know why Rhaegar hasn't taken over as king yet, but I will ask Ella or Nate. It would be inappropriate to ask Layth.

“Take off her blindfold.” My heart stopped. I felt fingers at the back of my head, tugging at the knot. Light poured in as the cloth slipped away. The first thing I saw was him. Rhaegal. He was tall, taller than any man I’d seen, with shoulders broad enough to fill the space around him. His hair was black, falling in uneven waves around his sharp, cruel face. His eyes, gods, his eyes were glowing faintly like a beast in the dark. His skin bore scars, lines of battles long fought, each one telling a story of blood and fire.

Hated the Heart in his chest answering a forest that had buried him once and now wanted to use his presence as a lock. Useful again. Necessary again. Stay here so others may live. A prettier cage. Lena would have said that. The thought stopped him more effectively than Rhaeg’s sword. Lena would hate him tearing himself apart because fear called it love. She would understand. That was the worst part. She would understand too well. Rhaeg lifted his helm slowly, revealing gray skin and blue-white eyes that had once flashed gold under the First Alpha’s call. “Do not wait politely,” he said. “Wait ready.”