Game Of Thrones Rhoynar Novels & Stories

“Then we were Drayce loyalists. Lord Kael knows nothing.” Ryn’s hand tightened on her blade. Kade heard it too. They waited until the voices stopped. Until the fires burned low. Then Kade gave the signal. The wolves hit first. Fast, silent, overwhelming. Ryn’s scouts moved in right behind them, disarming and binding. It was over in three minutes. No one died. Ryn stood over the leader, a man in Kael’s colors, blade at his throat. “Talk,” she said. The man spat. “You won’t get anything from me.”

I also couldn't get rid of the notion that I was about to fall into a trap that would permanently alter my life as I was leaving. I turned around as I heard footsteps behind me and saw a person stepping out of the darkness. It was a towering, commanding guy with intense blue eyes. "Who are you?" With a forceful voice, I asked. The guy bent his head and his face became sombre. "My name is Ryker, and I'm a member of Ronan's pack." Curious, I arched an eyebrow. "What do you want?" Ryker took a step towards me, his eyes meeting mine. "I would want to caution you, Aria. Ronan is not who he seems to be. He is keeping something significant from you.

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

Kane directed the question at Rahl with his eyes focused on Emory. Rahl nodded, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.“Yes, Rodyn is a Dracan. A hybrid of Lycan and dragon blood. The Rolan pack and bloodline is Dracan,” he explained, turning to Emory. “I’m surprised you don’t know this. It’s why the Rolan pack are such grand allies of Kedar.” How could she not have known this about Rodyn? They had been together for over three years, and he never shared this crucial information with her. Was it possible that he didn’t know at the time, or had he purposefully kept it from her?

The declaration hovered in the silence, suspended in the firelight. Then, slowly, wolves shifted aside. From the edge of the courtyard stepped a figure Elaria had hoped not to see. A broad-shouldered wolf, his dark hair braided back from a scarred face, his eyes hard with hunger. His name rose in her memory unbidden—Rhovan. One of the old guard, once sworn to Draven’s father, but whose loyalty had always felt brittle, conditional. His gaze found hers first, sharp and almost mocking. Then it slid past her, toward the Alpha’s wing, toward the place where Draven bled behind closed doors.

she battered her eyes at him. “Which if Forrest is Darth Vader, that means. Darius, is that you under the Mandalorian helmet?” her voice taking on a flirty tone. “Yeah, that would be me,” Darius answered, bored and not paying attention as he shook a rattle at Ryū to keep him happy.

"That's because I've already accepted he isn't any better than you. I would rather take my chances with you." ************************************************** The west wing was chaos. Gunfire cracked through the air, and the sharp scent of gunpowder and scorched stone filled her nose. Sergio’s guards were already engaged, exchanging bullets with masked intruders clad in black from head to toe. Rosana didn’t hesitate, her body acting on its own with ease as she moved closer to the battle ahead of her, Sergio just before her. She ducked into cover behind a collapsed marble column, raised her pistol, and fired twice. One man dropped and another went down after Sergio’s return fire snapped thr

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

Her eyes were wide with a frantic, darting terror. "You shouldn't have come," she breathed, casting a glance toward the balcony. "Rhea, he’s not who you think he is. None of them are." Behind her, the balcony door slid open. Finn stood there, the wind whipping his hair across his face. He looked different, more like a predator in his own den. He held a glass of amber liquid in one hand, and in the other, a small, black remote. "She’s right, Rhea," Finn said, his voice devoid of the desperation from the night before. "You really should ha... ha... ha..."

Ruben snarled, “a woman dares talk back to me. I should have known you were the one who poisoned my daughter, feeding her lies and making her a stubborn wife instead of a submissive one. Now, because of you, my plans have been ruined. The pup I groomed…” Myra’s blood boiled as Jorah whispered, “He is trying to get to you, Myra; don’t let him,” her mind raging with anger even as The healer speaks, his eyes fixed on the alpha with a deathly stare filled with hate. “You insolent healer, you’re nothing but a mere omega, yet you dare look at me? I’ll have your head for the disrespect you’ve shown,” he snarled, and Myra couldn’t hold it any longer, charging forward just as the Red Dawn guards circ