Rey De La Ira Novels & Stories

“We both know that deep down you wanted your sister to remain in the West to protect your territory till you’re back, but you can’t control little Layla can you?” “You know nothing about me,” Xavier blurted out. “I do know a lot,” Rhea nodded. “And I’ve heard rumors, rumors about a Luna, a queen from the North. We both know Ferran’s wide is dead and the only queen in the North would be referring to his daughter. I wonder if he did have a daughter.” “He didn’t have one,” Xavier said quickly. “Ferran never had a daughter. He only had a son, Justin Snow and he is dead already.”

The sultry smile that played on her lips was as enchanting as it was dangerous. LORD ALDRIC (With a deep bow) (With a husky voice) "Your Highness, Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria, I'M LORD ALDRIC, we extend a warm and tantalizing welcome to the Kingdom of Ardonan," Princess Salena's response was a low, melodious chuckle that sent shivers down the spines of those around her. Her voice, like sweet venom, wove its way into their hearts, leaving them craving for more.

hearing the last words from him, she turned around to walk away when he blurted out, "Pray...pray to God that I will keep my mouth shut...or else." "Oh, now you are threatening me…" she cocked her head towards him, a serious expression on her face. "Or else, what? Huh, Nixer?" she walked towards him and asked, eye to eye and for the hundredth time in his life he noticed the same flame in her eyes. Raya was a fearless woman, not any ordinary girl but she was the last of the Dawn Dragons, the only daughter of Duke Henry Dawn. "My name is Raya Dawn and I am the last in the Dawn of the Dragons. You mess with me and you know it better…"

Not to mention that they don’t know how to send them off, especially Dawey who is a space ability holder, they have to pray very hard that there won’t be arguments or disagreement that would break out between their side and the guests’ side, Hail and his group’s side. Fortunately, there wasn’t so far since Hail and his group are very courteous people. This is partly contributed to how they were raised, as they are all royalties, or are born as nobles, like Blue, who is a fairy. Even Hierro, who is also an ordinary person, is very courteous. Oh, he should be called a princess now since he was married to Skye, the crown prince of the East Kingdom. They thought. As for Reyan… they thought. They

The line known to have ended with the death of the very Reive. Reive didn’t even flinch. “Your majesty,” he began, not even condescending to incline his head and smooth the king’s indignation in some way, “I’m assuming you weren’t intending to insult me in the presence of your bride and my beautiful fiancée, and your anger is only the result of your ignorance. However, everything that I said is true. I’m the last and the only heir of Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel, called the Undead King.”

Ayira peeked up at the reaper and grinned slightly at him trying to frighten her. "You look like the skeleton in the movie Ghost Rider," she mumbled softly in humor. Deagon huffed angrily and brushed his black pants off as he stood, changing his face to his normal self. Ayira followed and looked up into the surprisingly attractive face of death. Her eyes traveled over his chiseled jaw, high cheekbones and stunning light cAyiratal blue eyes. Deagon's eyes shined against his contrasting black eyelashes, brows and hair. He was literally drop dead gorgeous and currently looking down at Margaret until she started explaining that he was in error.

She hesitantly nodded and she whispered something to Isabel based on Isabel's reaction she was shocked. Laila I whispered to Isabel, "Listen to Alessandro, will announce me as their assassin." Her eyes widened appalled at the newfound factoid. Alessandro continued, "She is called the Reina de Los Muertos." His family stilled with the factoid laid within their eyes. I saw horror. "And she is within us right now. Welcome, Laila to our family." Everyone gaped. His father was appalled, his mother's face paled, Valentina gaped, Dante gazed at me full of amusement and the twins whistled.

How I would like to dive into the picture, into the girl whose only problems were hunting and an empty stomach. _____________ Ayla Marin, born April 17, 2045 New Age to Revans and Laura Marin - he starts reciting from memory, laying out my life. - Unemployed, hunter and clandestine fighter. She goes to school occasionally, her grades are low, and she has a list of infractions that would land her in jail in most cities. In short, you are poor, rude, immoral, limited, simple-minded, bitter, stubborn: a plague on your sector and my kingdom. It takes me a while to absorb the shock of such frank words. But I don't object. He's absolutely right. The king rises. At this close range, I can see that

And a hint of fear in those eyes. She should have known fear well before she made it here. Using his foot, he pushed the single chair toward her. “Sit,” he growled, deliberately letting the animal he was rumble in his voice. But did she run? She didn’t run. She moved slowly to the chair, sat down and gave him a fragile smile. “Del-Rey,” she whispered. “It’s Spanish, you know, for ‘of the king.’” His brows arched. He was of a king all right, one long betrayed and dead. He didn’t mean to follow in that genetic ancestor’s footsteps.

All those with human mates were not welcome, Pete and Sarah included, even half wolves were not permitted onto Reiver Territory which Annie thought was ridiculous, Pete and Sarah were the very reason that the MacGregors were being accepted as Reivers and had done more for this pack than any other MacGregor, but they were excluded and to Annie it was so unfair. Annie and Hugh were led to their seats by an omega and Annie was surprised to see they were placed on the Alpha table along with the Beta, other ranked Clan members and a huge wolf she had never met before. Annie couldn’t help but notice that he had strange celtic symbols tattooed on the back of each hand and he emitted a presence of s