Jon Rhaenyra Novels & Stories

Taelin- Dropping the daggers I held, I looked over my shoulder to the building where Ryan and Julian were. Then I looked at Sara who was still standing there as if she was too shocked to move. Moving my attention to Ryker, he looked torn on what to do.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

the healer announced sadly. Melanie collapsed on the ground, her body shaking with the intensity of her grief. "Mel" Amber and Ophelia rushed to help their friend. "No" Thea fainted with shock. "Thea" Darius cried concerned. The good healer immediately rushed towards Thea and checked her pulse. "Lady Thea is weak. Moreover, she is with a child. She cannot handle these kinds of shocks. You should take care of her. She needs rest and food" he told Darius.

Jason Bloom I watched as Lyanna panics and fled the war room. It was hard but soon the other familiar were able to contain and distinguish Lyanna's blue flame. My fellow familiar helps me up and heal my burned hand, he remarks, "This room is entirely meant to reduce once's magical capabilities and yet she can summon such great magic." "She is Raya after all. The last dragon slayer reincarnated as Arthur's bride once again. The witches' spell worked." I replied with such excitement.

A little bit of fun will not hurt as they celebrate the rise of their future protectors, they believe. The sparkling eyes of the champion roamed the arena in search for someone dear to her, but failed to. But before she give in to her dismay, she quickly turned to face another person she owe so much to. Her adopted aunt, the Queen Regent, the Witch on the throne. They exchanged gazes and smiles, without the crowd realizing the connection between them. Anne went by the name she enlisted herself with, concealing her real identity. And having understood her strong will to be one of the Paladins, Serina supported her by hiring someone to disguise as the Princess and sit beside her.

she whispered, her breath warm against my ear, “you won’t belong to him.” The shadows stilled. My heart stopped. “He will belong to you.” The cell door creaked open behind her. And in the doorway— Rhaegon stood. How much had he heard?

Rita replied, sorting out the plates. “ That’s Rita, my cook. Rita, meet my eldest daughter, Alyona,” Xara introduced. “ Nice to meet you,” they both said at the same time. “ The pleasure’s mine, Rita; the food smells so good! I can't wait to dig in.” Alyona added “ I’ll soon be done,” “ How’s work and being in the spotlight?’ Xara teased her daughter as they left the kitchen. “ Work is good, and being in the spotlight is somewhat stressful. She groaned.

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

His eyes widened, disbelief vividly etched on his handsome features. "Indeed, Arthur," she confirmed, her voice cold and resolute. "I am Lyra Elendyl, daughter of the High Fae Lord, and I know your secrets." A murmur rippled through the crowd, like a breeze rustling through a field of tall grass. Guests whispered among themselves, their faces a mixture of shock and fascination. Some regarded Lyra with newfound respect, while others seemed to shrink away from her, as though fearing retribution for their unwitting association with Arthur.