Jon Snow X Rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I watched my mother walk away when I was twelve years old, and I decided, with the particular certainty only a child can manage, that I would never again let anyone hold that kind of power over me. Then Rhaena appeared, and every rule I'd built my life around started quietly falling apart, piece by piece, long before I was willing to admit it. Tonight, standing in the doorway of our kitchen, watching flour dust catch gold in the last of the evening light, watching my father bounce our son on his hip while Rhaena's mother laughs at something Luca has said that none of us can quite decipher, I find it almost impossible to reconcile that boy who swore off love with the man standing here now. I

A full fight breaks out that has nothing to do with rank or power and everything to do with joy. Near the center— Kael is already there. Of course he is. He scoops up a handful of snow and launches it with perfect aim— Straight at Aria. It hits her shoulder. She freezes. Slowly turns. Jaxon winces. “He’s dead.” Lyra shakes her head, amused. “No. Just about to regret his life choices.” Aria doesn’t rush. That’s what makes it worse. She bends. Picks up snow with careful precision.

However, we were still enjoying the food when we noticed the first snow of the season. " Oh no," Rhaegar seemed a little disappointed. " It's the first snow of the season," I said happily. I stood and sat on the Prince's lap, kissing the frown away. " Rhaegar, don't be disappointed about the snow. I absolutely loved our date," I kissed his lips quickly, "There is a saying that if you witness the first snowfall of the season with someone you like, true love blossoms between both, and it will be long-lasting," I explained. His mood instantly brightens.

Two days and then I'd be stuck in a house with Adrian Ashford for an entire Christmas season. More like forced to pretend we could work together when we couldn't even stand in the same room without wanting to kill each other. This was going to be an absolute disaster.

The atmosphere was beginning to thicken, which Arya knew full well, it had been months since I’d moved into this house, and one thing that I was certain of since the move was that Adrian hated his father. “I’ll take Queen Dylan to get cleaned up, and I assure you, your grace I will help her choose a beautiful gown for your announcement.” Arya spoke respectfully, trying to ease the growing tension between alpha and son. This was often the case. Being mated to Arya meant that I got an inside look into the lives of our district leaders, both current and future. Both Aryas father and the king were just as unhinged as each other. King Josh performed a simple nod of his head, as Arya stood and ges

Sonya whispered to him, blood began to seep out of mouth as she tried to talk to him. “No, it's ok. Don't shh.” Jonah said , grabbing a hold of her hand and squeezing it. “I love you Jonah.” Sonya coughed as her breathing began to swell. “I love you too mom.” He whispered, the word causing his eyes to get glossy. She smiled at him as she let out one long breath and was gone. Jonah was shaking with anger as he stared up at Kenton and Rowling. “Well that was one of the saddest things I've seen today. Well getting on with it. Jack here? Where's the girl?” Rowling said, looking around.

The man to whom I gave 19 years of my life to just to be rewarded with rats and smelly water soaking up my mother’s wedding dress. Alpha Dominic Hale. My eyes falter as the light catches those intense eyes, the way his facial bone structure all comes together when he's angry. Making him twice as handsome and ten times as terrifying. I take a step back from the bars. “You’re here?” “I take it, you weren’t expecting me at all.” I blink. “Well, after how you acted this morning I assumed you’d never want to see me again-” “I didn’t.” Silence passes over both of us.

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.

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.

Snow joked, patting Isleen. “My other friends Emma and Hannah couldn’t join us today since they are busy with work. Let’s just go now.” Snow said and went to me to link her arms. “You must be hungry from your trip. I had prepared dinner for you.” I grabbed Theon to my other hand and we walked to the shore. “Don’t look at them,” Theon said jealously. “I am not. You know I only have eyes for you. And they are all with their wives.” I assured him. And he nodded.