Jacaerys Velaryon X Reader Novels & Stories

We approached a big round table, and poof, ten books landed in front of us with a little burst of glowing dust. “OHMYGODS,” I squealed, snatching the top one. The God Killer Heir: Prophecy and Punishment “Dude,” Aster said, flipping through another. “This one’s got entire redacted pages.” Kyren found a map folded inside his. “This mentions a bloodline called Vaeleryn. Unknown origin. Said to carry every gift.” I froze. “That… sounds just like my last name.” Silence. Everyone stared at me.

Gabby asked, and he didn’t seem to notice the looks passing between us. “Not exactly. He’s quite difficult to deal with, but I’m sure he’ll be kind enough to let her go, as long as she didn’t do anything to attract his wrath.” He tapped Gabby’s shoulder gently and turned to leave, but she stopped him. “There’s something you should know,” she said as she turned to look at me. “This Alpha Aeros is the father of Elarian’s baby.” Xavier turned around sharply. “What?!” He wasn’t just shocked by the news; he looked horrified.

"Thank you, my friends. I owe you one." Ryker walked in, a determined look on his face. "I think I've found something. Kira's apprentice and I have been scouring the ancient scrolls, and we think we've found a mention of Dynaris." Jasper's head snapped up, his eyes shining with excitement. "What does it say?" Ryker smiled. "It says that Dynaris, the Dragon-Lycan hybrid, will be the key to unlocking the secrets of the ancient ones."

I asked. "Well, tell me what they are about?" Hector replied as he stood up and grabbed one of the books off the nightstand. "What about this one?" he asked, holding up Alec, the Lycan King, who was my ultimate love. I took a breath as my face flushed before I began explaining the book as quickly as possible. "Umm, it's basically 50 Shades of Gray meets Twilight," I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders. Hector looked at me perplexed; it was obvious that he was not understanding what I was saying.

Zara let out. ‘No, no, no! We can’t let her go just like that. We need her!’ Drew practically screamed. “Will you be able to survive out on your own in a new kingdom?” Zara thought about it for a couple of seconds. “I could wait tables and carry out other menial jobs until I found my footing.” I reached for her wrist and lifted it, my hand wrapping around her delicate wrist. “What about this?” We both looked at the brand on her wrist, dark and bright. A Lycan devouring another lycan under the red light of a moon eclipse. It could be identified from a mile away.

noticing the way he coughed slightly, he coughed slightly, and I grinned in victory. “You’ve got the attitude down,” Cerys said with a grin. “Valerian definitely didn’t bring home a quiet one.” At the mention of his name, my shoulders tensed. Cerys, of course noticed. “So, how’s the mate bond treating you? Weird, right? All the heat and instinct and no logic, I heard it's pretty wild for Lycans” I glanced toward Xavier. He was pretending not to care but definitely listening. “So,” she continued ignoring the fact that I'm not answering, hopping onto a stool and motioning for me to do the same, “you and Valerian, huh?”

he said, taking me by surprise. I shot to my feet and looked at him sideways. Was he really saying…? He didn’t want Dawson to marry Victoria? He wanted … ME to be his mate?! I nearly fell over. I felt Mila’s influence and I stood up straight. “You WANT us to…” I asked, practically in a whisper. “But of course! A fated mate for a lycan is so rare, one cannot possibly turn it down,” he said, taking my hands. “But he has a bride already,” I huffed, getting a bit angry.

He does not look at her but is so immersed in the book that he is unusually quiet. Roseanne stands there, staring at him for a while. She cannot put her finger on it but the more she observes him, the more she feels that she has met him before. Her heart is beating fast as her eyes scrutinize him. His scarlet eyes were a pretty cat-like shape which is unique even for a Lycan. He was slightly scrunching his nose as he kept on reading which reminded Roseanne of Alexei. She recalls that Alexei also scrunched his nose like that…

Rei’s lover! A sense of a new plan overtakes Myra, and just before they all decide to head into the tent of the lycans, Myra slips out, racing toward where she sees a familiar man of honey-brown hair as he pulls Jorah aside. “Jor!…” “Myra? What are you doing here? What’s wrong?” “I—I think I found a way to help Rei. I found Alaric, her lover, the real man she wants to be with, and I think she would be up for it; she would be up for leaving.

"Because you're only choosing us now that you see what we've become. You didn't choose the broken, pregnant wolf you cast out. You're choosing the powerful Alpha and the Lycan heir. That's not love. That's ambition." Jasper flinches like she struck him. "That's not true." "Isn't it?" Araya challenges. "If I was still wolf-less and weak, would you be here begging for forgiveness? Or would you have left me dead and forgotten?" Jasper's mouth opens. But no words come out. Because they both know the answer. "That's what I thought," Araya says. "You don't want me. You want what I represent. Power. Legitimacy. A Lycan heir to secure your bloodline."