Romans & histoires Game Of Thrones Rhoynar

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

I did not want to attack him, but he attacked me first, so I needed to defend myself and defend Rayne before defending myself. "I don't want to hurt you!" I shouted as I held him back from attacking Rayne, "Rayne! Run!" I looked at her for a moment as I yelled. I wanted her to be safe. I was able to recognize that type of werewolf, I knew his pack! His long grey and white fur gave me enough information about him. He was a Hutton, a banished Hutton. Huttons were naturally cruel and that meant that a banished one would be barbarous.

Tyrion and Felix followed me a heartbeat later, and after a minute, the whole forest was crowded with warriors looking for Ragnar Venard. I quickly caught Ragnar's scent and ran deeper into the forest. Tyrion was right behind me. I couldn't resist the urge to glance back at him to see what his wolf looked like. Holy shit! I couldn't help but whimper. Tyrion's black beast with shiny fur looked like the wickedest embodiment of a demon—dark as night and deadly dangerous.

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

he said with his eyes blazing gold this time around. He knew what he did to attain this position but his new people, the wolves he now ruled would have stoned him right here if they knew. Yes! He worked for Raven, doing all her spying just to be the ruler which had been his goal and now that he had gotten it he was happy. Raven was not after the death of the wolves and whatever creatures but after Tartal alone, he and his family. He walked away with his men following him, they would be meeting with the rest of the pack at the 'Elite Cavern'

A figure stepped from the shadows, tall and lean, dark hair falling into pale eyes like old bone, a cruel smile twisting cracked lips. Dressed in torn leathers crusted with old blood, the scent of rogue clung to him—feral, sharp. But beneath it was something else. Alpha. Ragnar stepped forward, lightning flickering across his knuckles, Shadow rising in Raven’s veins. “Who are you?” Raven demanded, voice cold and steady. The man’s pale eyes swept over the compound before settling on her with a hollow laugh. “Thorne,” he said, dipping his head mockingly. “I was an Alpha. Before.”

“Who the fuck are you to touch him so boldly in my presence? Just who the hell are you?” “Me?” Ronan stepped forward, his voice a growl that rumbled through the chamber. “I am Alpha Ronan Volkstane. Son of the Southern Alpha. Heir of my bloodline. The future Alpha of thousands of wolves under the Duskbane Legion Pack,” his declaration boomed through the sacred chamber like rolling thunder, freezing every Alpha in their place. His eyes never wavered from Ryker’s. “Now tell me, who the fuck are you, other than just a name?” All eyes shifted to Ryker. His expression had darkened, a storm gathering behind his gaze.

That day the goddess blessed us everything was perfect and Lanox and I couldn't be happier, they are both half wolf and witch and their lives will be whatever they imagine, they will fulfill their dreams and for that I am grateful. Arya and Jackson, who were now Luna and Alpha of Blue Mountain Clan, bore my father Knox's name. They also saw their daughters River the oldest and Raven the youngest born a few months later, but something tells me that Raven is unique. We will see more of her future at some point, they were both beautiful with flame red hair and beautiful green eyes. Tyson and Elora were not far behind and had a little boy Maxwell who would be the Alpha of their Light Rock Clan i

The seeds of chaos, carefully cultivated and patiently nurtured, had been sown, and now, it was time to reap the bloody harvest. "My Lord," Fenrir, a towering figure of muscle and bone with a jagged scar that bisected his left eye, knelt before Ryker. His massive frame casting a long, ominous shadow across the chamber. His intimidating presence filled the room, a stark testament to his brute through years of bloodshed and shared ambition. "You summoned us, My Lord?"

“Riders! On the king’s road. Maybe… twenty? With a cart. They carry the royal banner. And a smaller banner… with the Rennar wolf and moon.” The square fell silent. The wolf’s head howling against a crescent moon was the symbol of House Rennar. The Wolfhunter’s banner. Kael’s banner. Elira’s breath stopped. Thane was at her side in an instant, his hand on her arm. Lyra stepped forward. “How far?” “A day away. Maybe less. They are moving steady, not fast.”