Jon Snow/rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You marked me in the dark and then crowned another woman in the light. Tell me, Alpha, what part of that feels right?” A ripple of shock tears through the crowd. Lysentha’s fingers dig into Rhaegon’s arm. “She’s lying,” she says sharply, panic bleeding through the edges of her voice. “She used seduction magic, omega tricks, to confuse you. You felt the bond with me first.” Rhaegon doesn’t even look at her. His gaze never leaves mine. “No,” he says slowly. “I felt something with you.” He finally turns his head, eyes narrowing. “But this, ” He gestures between us, his voice dropping into something raw and dangerous. “This is not what I feel now.”

Rhianna's POV (Two and half years later) "Hey Anne, stay with Peyton," I said to my daughter's caretaker, and also my only friend, as I dropped off my daughter at a small playschool within the castle grounds. "I am going to surprise Theo." I was so happy, I am already bouncing. "Of course, enjoy your time with the Alpha King," she winked as she started to grab toys out of the boxes. "Peyton and I will have a good time, won't we Peyton?"

She can clearly see her anger for her, she may be an actress but not as good as the goddess of movie. “Jon will be driving you to the new school,” Eon said bringing her mind back to present. She just nodded in response not even sparing a look at him. “When did you start attending school?” Vanessa asks shockingly, she didn’t expect this lowlife to be attending college. She was so envious. “Five years ago,” Arya replied, enjoying the jealous face of Vanessa.

Raine could only imagine the lies she was about to spew, but what came out of her mouth was one she never expected. “Tyrion thinks he is in love with me. He thinks I’m his true mate. I tried to tell him that it wasn’t so. I would have felt it if he was my true mate, but there’s just nothing there between us.” Her voice broke, and she began to cry. Shania ran to her daughter’s side and lovingly stroked her hair, trying to calm her down. She whispered sweet nothings to her and cooed over her. Raine resisted the urge to roll her eyes at them.

Paenyrah snapped audaciously. “Will everyone leave this room except family?” Jon asked as I now stood up. “Before that,” Paenyrah shouted, stopping everyone. All eyes were on her, and she looked pretty determined. I was now standing by my mother, also wondering what Paenyrah was up to. “Will you all acknowledge the presence of Prince Orion Vargr?” I chuckled. She was still as petty and savage as she always was. “Long live the Prince!” They all muttered, taking a bow.

Entering the living area a little while later, they found Jaime, Ace, Kass, Marcus,Royd Grace, Lydia, and Sansa. The smell of Onyx and Tasha’s combined scents seemed to hit everyone at once, because they were all smiling—even Sansa, despite that it was fake.

Then I swung the sharp blades across his throat, deep enough to kill him in seconds. As the ground beneath him changed into dark-red, sticky mud, the crowd turned silent. With the last beat of his heart, Dante Greco turned into his lifeless human form. I raised my head and looked at the members of the royal council. Their mouths were open, and they all stared at me in disbelief. I brushed Greco's blood off my claws and hid them. Tyrion smirked, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the council. Tyrion briefly looked each member in the eyes before saying, "Let me state that again, Aria Seymour is my mate. She is the only woman I wish to claim, and I will. Now bow down because the one before you

Aynyra awoke in Rhaenyx's bed. Rhae was snoring softly, her body still and relaxed. Aynyra watched as Rhae's chest slowly moved up and down, with no tension in her face. Aynyra looked to the ceiling, before sighing softly. Somehow, she felt pity in the depths of her subconscious. It's what caused her to stay the night. She had no knowledge of why she was so comfortable with the murderer lying beside her. That murderer was now her mother. When she made that realisation, Aynyra sat up and slipped out of bed, hurrying to the bookcase where she had left the potions book the night before. She hurried out of the room, softly opening the door, without realising that Rhae's chest had stopped rising

He really loves me, or he only loves the memory of what I represent, but I refuse to be one more, and I deserve to be valued for who I am; I was not born for him; I am the daughter of an alpha and a princess by lineage, he is the one who has to prove to me that he is worthy of me and until he does I will not be his or anyone else's. I am Hannia Winter, princess of Vellentys, daughter of Alpha Hansen, and Luna Alania, princess of Zanaerys. I am not a simple wolf or witch waiting for his mate; I will not give myself to him; for me, he will have to fight as he has never done before. Chapter 1 FLASHBACK 5 YEARS AGO I still remember it as if it were yesterday, I was sitting in the garden, and lit

Every time one of them touched her—every time they lifted her arm or brushed her hair back—my wolf snarled inside me. *“Don’t let them touch her.”* “They’re helping her. That’s not how this works.” *“Then make it work.”* I gripped the edge of the doorframe so hard that the wood cracked under my hand. Cain appeared beside me, his voice low. “You’re acting strange, Rhaegar.” I didn’t look at him. “Focus on your duties, Beta.” He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “As you say, Your Majesty.”