Game Of Thrones Rhoynar Novels & Stories

*"The Crown is not for mortal hands." Kelly stepped forward, Nyxara's shadows curling at her fingertips. "We're not here to steal. We're here to *bargain*." --- **RHYDIAN'S POV** The fen was a battlefield of teeth and treachery. Selene's wolves clashed with Rhydian, their eyes hollowed by the Threader's influence. Eden grappled with the seed, his veins alight as he fought to contain its pull. The Threader itself wove through the chaos, needle-fingers stitching the air into portals, its kin spilling forth.

The law favors Jasper. Victory is certain. They march forward in formation, weapons ready. The forest opens into a large clearing. And there, waiting for them, is exactly what Jasper expected. Rogues. Dozens of them. Scarred and savage, armed with crude weapons. And at their center stands the Direwolf. Ronan Tharos. Massive even in human form. Scarred and dangerous. His golden eyes burn with primal fury. Behind him stand his sisters. And other Direwolves Jasper doesn't recognize.

He exposed all his weaknesses to Cory. Raven noticed Cory’s abnormally large wolf showing up, but he pretended he didn’t. Those warriors the old wolf brought today were stronger than he expected, he needed to cooperate with Cory. “I will snap your head off and stick it into your butthole! You mother fucker!” He growled at the old wolf, trying to distract him. The old man was totally pissed off. His first son, Ragnar, seemed to be gloomy all the time, but he acted like a well-educated, decent person, his wolf, Raven, on the other hand, was a completely insolent prick.

Morrigan shrieked, backing against the steel doors as Rhys strode toward them through the smoke, stepping over the unconscious bodies of six elite guards. Rhys stopped ten feet from them. The Apex Core on his chest hummed a deep, predatory baseline, the raw kinetic energy crackling along his arms in visible arcs of purple lightning. "I'm not a monster, Morrigan," Rhys growled, his golden eyes locking onto her with absolute, unyielding hatred. "I'm the Alpha your debt trap couldn't break."

They came like a tide, dark wolves, massive, twisted, corrupted and in the center of them walked two figures. Draven. Cold. Rage simmering behind his eyes. And Dianne. Her black aura glowing like poison, weaving around her hands like serpents. The moment Aria saw them, her wolf roared inside her. Ronan clenched his fists, voice low. “They came to kill.” Aleron’s aura lit with a pale blaze. “Then they’ll learn they picked the wrong family.” Lyanna’s breathing trembled, but she didn’t run. She stepped closer to her mother, eyes fierce.

“Someone has already drawn a bath for you.” A low growl rumbles in my throat. Being told what to do doesn’t really sit well with me. Rylan is just a privileged Alpha of Purity, who fails to act like one. If anything, he should be sporting white all the time and have a few doves perched on his shoulder. That was how I always imagined him anyway. Not this tall, slender yet rather defined male, who enjoys wearing the sleekest black clothes that accentuated his waistline and broad shoulder.

Rohan knew they were communicating in their wolf forms, but the head movements of the fighting wolves made it clear that they were not ready to back down. “Stubborn Kane,” Rohan muttered in exasperation, knowing fully well that the man wouldn't back down until he dropped. Alpha Raymond looked too furious to give the other alpha any face too. “Pretty boy Ryan would get himself hurt for sure,” he thought with a smirk. The soldier brought two steel kitchen trays. Rohan collected them and stepped forward as the witches and the pack members watched him in fascination. He plugged an earpiece into his ears and played music, drowning himself in the sound.

"I need to wash the thought of that girl out of my head." The door opened again, and Robin walked in. He was a presence that demanded silence. Tall, dark, and broad-shouldered, he filled the space effortlessly. He wore a brown shirt that looked ready to burst against his chest. As a wolf-human hybrid, he was more formidable than most. He had a way of using his primal side that made even us stay on our toes. Robin’s dark eyes fell on the body on the floor. He didn't look angry, just inconvenienced. He looked at Rory. "You hit your limit for the month. No more casualties until the books reset next week."

Had they not done that, it would be my brother Ronan sitting in this office. Ronan would have been a great Alpha had our parents stuck with tradition, but luckily, he always knew that I’d be the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and never harbored any resentment towards me about it. Quite the opposite in fact – he’s proud of his big sister, boasting about me whenever he can, to anyone who will listen. I had originally thought that I’d make him my Beta and name our youngest brother Dax as the Gamma. But as time went on, Ronan realized that he wasn’t interested in a pack leadership role. No, he had his eyes set on something bigger – being involved in wolfpack politics at the national level. He st

The other rogues howled. "What are they doing, Rylan?" Maya cried, tears streaming down her face. Her distress distracted me as I tried to focus on the rogues. How in the Moon Goddess's name will Shadow Brook Wolves accept her? She was already falling apart at the sight of a gun. "Get them!" the leader barked. "Rylan!" Maya screamed. "Enough!" I snapped, allowing Ryker to take control. The rogues froze, their leader struggling as his hand hung midair.