Jon Snow X Rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

It was really romantic and relaxing. “I'll wake you up with some breakfast in bed I'll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head And I'll take the kids to school Wave them goodbye” I blinked at that, thinking of children. It feels weird, but I’m excited to have a child with Eion. Eion seems to read what I was thinking as he spoke out, “I hope our children look like you. I want a daughter, Snow.” I shook my head at that, “hmmm, I think I want a son.”

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.

" Rhayan did all that to Shane. He broke free from the grip in an instant and ran toward his uncle Drake. Shane clutched his lip, then realized the surgical knife he had earlier was now lodged in his left eye; he could barely see from the other eye. He was about to chase Rhayan when palace guards shot him in the leg, making him collapse. "Rhayan, are you okay?" Donya Alice asked anxiously as she climbed in; King Rhiannon followed. They had just returned from outside, busy arranging their upcoming wedding, and this is what they found. "Grandma, my mom…" Rhayan sobbed, pointing to Rihanna under the bed. Only then did they notice the blood everywhere. "Rhiann!" The three entered the room and pu

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.

It was not Acheron. "Was it Nevil then? He managed to calm me?" She was far too perplexed. Particularly considering that it wasn't a full moon, she didn't anticipate it would happen yet again. It's been a few months since she didn't experience almost losing control of her strength. She finished her bath and changed her clothes. She headed next to the dining hall, where Sera was waiting silently, even though she wasn't sure if she would go with her. Raenerys silently sat down on a chair in front of her sister, and she peacefully ate her share of breakfast. After that, she left the lair and went out of town. Raenerys knew that she already knew what she was going to do later, so maybe that's wh