Novel & Cerita Jon Snow X Rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction

Rowan came to Nora directly. Not to Caspian, not through Seren he found her in the library Thursday morning, sat across from her without asking, and looked at her with the expression of someone who had been sitting with a decision for forty-eight hours and had arrived at the only version of it he could live with. "I should have told you immediately," he said. She looked at him. He was composed, as always, but the composure was doing more work than usual, the specific effort of someone holding themselves accountable in real time without softening the edges of it.

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 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.

Her brows furrowed and she stared at my face for a little longer. "Listen, I know it's difficult for you too. But you should know that Tyrion and Ava has loved each other since they were pups. They were born just a day apart and has been inseparable since than. And now she's pregnant with his child yet Alpha Jonathan has announced her marking ceremony tomorrow. It's difficult. Believe me. " She sighed. I bit my lip and controlled my tears. I had nothing to say. "But in all this remember that you are a female and we respect each other. Don't try anything stupid to test Tyrion's patience. "

“Lyra, allies don’t look at each other like that. And don’t even get me started on how his wolf feels about me. There’s something there, whether you admit it or not.” I frowned, shaking my head. “Even if there is, it doesn’t matter. I’m pregnant, Snow. With Damian’s children. Whatever you think you’re sensing, it doesn’t change that.” But Snow wasn’t so easily silenced. “You think Rylan cares about that? If anything, he’d see it as a reason to protect you more. And let’s be honest, Lyra, you don’t hate the idea.” Her words sent heat rushing to my face. “Stop it,” I snapped. “This isn’t the time for your fantasies.”

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.

Aria stood near the cradle, her long hair tumbling over her shoulder as she gently rocked Lyanna, who cooed happily, her tiny hands clutching at her mother’s fingers. Eight months old now, Lyanna had grown into a bundle of life and curiosity. Her silvery eyes once glowing with otherworldly power now reflected only the innocence of a child exploring her world. Sebastian entered quietly, his footsteps soft against the polished floor. He carried Aleron in one arm and Ronan in the other, both boys wide-eyed and babbling in their father’s embrace. “I swear these two planned it,” he said with a grin. “The moment one starts crying, the other follows. It’s like they’re in a secret competition.”

“They are rabid fools. You fight back, Azel. Take everything from them.” “Watch the mirrors closely tonight, Jonah,” I whisper, leaning in until my lips almost brush his fur collar. “When Nyra seeks comfort from Darius’s bed, make sure the crystal records every single touch.” As I walk back toward the courtyard, Ronan intercepts me, his massive frame blocking the light. His dark wolf eyes track the movement of my throat, his heavy, thick scent completely enveloping me until my knees feel weak.

He was too terrified. Outside the cellar door, the Winter King sighed. “Do you think iron will save her from what she is?” “What is she?!” I whispered to Ruby.Ruby swallowed. “Not tonight, please,” The Winter King answered for him.“She is mine.” I nearly dropped the iron rod. “I’m NOT yours!” A pause.Then he laughed,Dark,Beautiful and Terrifying. “Not yet.” Ruby gripped my shoulders. “I’m taking you through the tunnel.” “What tunnel?!”

"Then don't say anything. Not yet. But think about it. Because when the time comes, when Drevyn inevitably finds out you're alive, you'll have to choose. Him or me. The past or the future." He releases her wrists and pushes himself up, offering his hand. Araya takes it, letting him pull her to her feet. They stand facing each other in the snow, the tension between them crackling like lightning. "Training's done for today," Ronan says. His voice is rough, strained. "Go inside. Rest." He turns and walks toward the forest, his shoulders tense. Araya watches him go, her hand pressing against her racing heart. Her heart races. Tempted, torn, unable to answer.