Jon Snow/rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her eyes have an aged look to them, as if they belong to someone much older. "Who is this man?" Carlotta asks. "Jonas Whitepaw," Connor replies. “My former Alpha.” "Jonas Bloodclaw," I snap. The same does Cana in my mind. "Ah, yes, Bloodclaw. How silly of me to forget that you are now a husband." Connor pulls out his pocket watch and snaps it open. "Forgive me, now a widower." "I'll see you in hell," I hiss. Cana growl, ‘let me bite him… we could bite of his balls.’

and here she is again, trying to threaten me like she did years ago. “Tyrion, that Prince already showed up from nowhere and claimed her. Isn't it okay for you to let go of anything and act like you never knew her? If you do, you will get a free mind and will likely forget about her…..” my mother preached like she did years ago. “Whatever happened between the Alpha King, his son, and the royal family of the Snow Moon Pack will have nothing to do with you.” As selfish as she is, she isn't even talking about Eden. In all she's saying, she never mentioned her.

She was no longer the proud Sera who wanted nothing more than to rule the south and be the alpha. "Mommy!" Sera gasped upon hearing that voice. Raenerys looked around until she found Nevil's eyes, who'd been looking at her for, she didn't know, how long already. Raenerys is aware of that, and she is also aware that Sera notices it; she just puts up with it and pretends she doesn't see anything. Raenerys was actually enjoying it while acting like she didn't know. She enjoyed teasing her sister, knowing that Sera was hurting.

Her infernal flame roared to life; she blocked Selene’s strike just as Ryker cried out and collapsed. Kaelia gasped, defending the infants as chaos flared around them. Thrones of bone had never felt so empty. Selene’s storm-gray eyes softened for an instant as she watched Ryker fall. “He was mine,” she whispered; “as you abandoned him.” Nyra’s fury exploded. She roared, summoning the threefold bond in a blazing inferno. The battlefield stilled beneath her wrath. “If you kill him,” Nyra screamed, “you will die as well!”

The night tasted like ash and fury. Veyra stood barefoot at the edge of the cliff, the wind thrashing her cloak against her legs as if the skies themselves mourned. Below her, the forest bowed in silence, shadows swallowing the trees whole. Jon was alive—but barely. His wounds, carved by Nyros' wrath, had turned her blood to ice. She had never heard him scream like that. Not even during the war with the Obsidian Fang. She could still see his face as he was carried back to Nightveil—bruised, bloodied, breath shallow. She had touched his broken chest, her hands trembling, and whispered his name over and over until her voice gave out. That had been the last crack in her restraint.

{Ryanna’s POV} I didn’t think I’d cry again. Not after everything. Not after surviving Osiris. Not after losing Tyrion. Not after nearly tearing myself in two thinking my son would never wake up. I thought the tears had dried out somewhere between grief and obligation. But the moment I saw him… The moment Casper landed beside me, silver dust curled from his fur like the gods had sculpted him out of starlight just for this moment. I felt my knees almost give.

Chapter 1: The Contract in the Dark Raven Winterstar had always believed the world was kind. At eight years old, she lived in a sprawling estate perched on the emerald edge of Arcadia Prime, where sunlight filtered through ancient canopy trees like golden honey. Her mother, the Archdruid, taught her the secret songs that made flowers bloom out of season. Her father, High Priest of the realm, carried her on his shoulders through moonlit gardens, whispering stories of gods and guardians. Raven's snow-white hair fell in long waves down her back, and her sharp blue eyes sparkled with the kind of joy that made even the sternest sentinels smile. She never wanted for anything. Every day felt like a

I thought you wouldn't be disciplined after getting married, but it seems you're still training. "Of course!" Zuko raised an eyebrow. "I'm still waiting for a match against you!" "Let's do it!" The man turned to Toph. "You little brat! You've given me a new name again!" Toph laughed heartily. "Your sister is Arya, so naturally, you're Jon Snow! Hahaha!" Arya stood beside, giggling heartily too. Her skin was fair, and her cheeks turned rosy when she laughed, looking charming as her blush resembled blooming peach blossoms.

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

I said smiling at her and handed her the cup with my blood. She took it and looked me in the eyes, "I Arya Knox, princess of Zanaerys, daughter of Alpha Maximo Knox and Luna Hannia Knox accept you my King Alpha Lanox North as my mate and life partner and I accept my bond with the North Clan as their Luna Queen, I promise to be fair and protect them." said Arya and I could not help but raise my head with pride, as she took from the cup, drinking my blood, sealing our union with her words.