Game Of Thrones Rhoynar Novels & Stories

"Uhm, being his lord, I mean is he savage?" "Oh girl if you're from Reial you must know how evil he is. When were you born?" "I don't know, because I don't get along very well with everyone in Reial." "Well, Lord Acheron was the nightmare of the western region. While in this city lives his savage group. They are rogues, the exiles. I am one of them and we hunt down packs, burn them in fire when will get a chance to enter their border until nothing is left but the ashes of cries and afflictions." Raenerys was speechless at what she found out, apparently. Something stuck in her throat and she tightened her grip on the glass. She doesn’t know anymore what she gets herself into. Acheron is not j

Through our bond, his mind was intact, strong, and humming with deep, possessive pride. "You have your weapon," Draven murmured, his warm breath ghosting across my lips. "The Ashwoods and Silvermarks will reach into this valley expecting an untrained, panicked omega. They will find an executioner." Before I could reply, the heavy leather curtain at the tent entrance was pulled aside. Rho stepped through the opening, his dark cloak dusted with fresh snow from the high passes. His expression was sharp and urgent, his eyes darting immediately to Draven and me.

Now it felt like a shadow, because I stood in it willingly and sometimes I wondered if that made me weaker. The first to say it aloud was Ryven. He was one of my father’s oldest friends, a former warrior turned a member of the council. Stormfang had sent him to observe the situation in Nareth — to ensure we weren’t getting pulled into anything political. He arrived the day after Calyra took the Oath, He greeted her first. And when we sat alone in the courtyard after her debriefing, he looked at me the way older wolves look at pups they once carried across rivers.

The broken veil-stone really had done it's work. Ravyn's face was taught with panic and almost despair, and Sephora could only imagine why. Ravyn was Ardanam, born and pure-blooded. Her shadows were as much a part of her as the colour of her eyes and the air that she breathed, she'd always had them - they had been her gift and her curse. They were the reason for her mother's death, the reason why she'd endured Vince's slavery as his Shadow.

I shielded my gaze, unable to look upon him any longer despite how brave I considered myself. “That is Hanjo, a warrior from Dark Path Pack. He is a terrible shifter in battle and bows only to his Alpha.” Ryker described him with curious interest, his dark eyes twinkling. It appeared that he was more talkative around me than his master. It pleased me that he was comfortable with me enough to speak freely. His wisdom would eventually come in handy: I just knew it.

"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.

Five Alphas. One Moon-Blessed. And a hunt that could end in blood. The five of them stood before her like gods disguised in mortal skin. Ronan Drayke—the golden wildfire. Southern heir, cocky and predatory, with eyes that burned like the sun. Kian Voss—the raven prince. Northern heir, cold and elegant, wrapped in black silk and secrets. Silas Thorn—the beast. Eastern heir, tall and scarred, his presence like a thundercloud—quiet, brooding, violent.

Rohan’s harsh, grating voice violently echoed down the stairwell. Aryan couldn't even manage a pathetic wheeze. He lay completely paralyzed in the freezing puddle of his own dried blood and dirty mud. Heavy, combat-booted footsteps aggressively stomped down the concrete stairs. Rohan didn't even bother unlocking the heavy, rusted iron chain from the boiler pipe. Instead, he violently grabbed the thick, spiked leather collar entirely wrapped around Aryan’s raw throat and forcefully yanked it upward.

“And the Moonborn returned.” Aria’s gaze sharpened. “You know who I am?” The woman gave a slight nod. “We hear many things. Come. The Alpha waits.” Without further word, they were led inside. --- The Raven shadow fortress was colder than the Northern Keep its stone halls lined with ancient carvings of wolves and stars. In the great hall, the Alpha waited an older man with iron-grey hair and a scarred face. His name was Alpha Thorne, and his eyes were sharp as knives.

Jayson said seriously. "Jonah. That would be the name of the pack member who is stirring up shit," I finally spoke into the darkness. Well, the room wasn't actually dark, I was just sat in a dark corner and that made everything else seem darker than it actually was. "And good to know you always thought I was bad news Jackson."