Rhaegar Targaryen Novels & Stories

“Too bad you’re too late. The trials have already begun… and she’s in deep. Too deep. When she fails—and she will—she dies.” Priestess Azara emerged from the gloom, her presence sending a shiver down my spine. Then came the scent—familiar, corrupted, powerful. Rhaegos. “I know that stench,” I growled. “Show yourself. Or has the great Rhaegos become a coward who hides in the shadows?” He stepped into the clearing, his scarred face twisting into a smirk. A mark I had given him long ago still marred his cheek—a reminder of our last battle.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

“Nice of you to catch up.” Another Alpha snarled from the far left. Tall, wiry, with eyes like coals ready to burn, Malrik of the Frostfangs. “You’re out of your depth, rogue. You think being a brute makes you untouchable?” Eldric pushed forward, veins thick on his forehead with rage. “A mere rogue dares threaten the ancient bloodlines of wolf kind?” I turned my head slowly toward him, my grin now thin, feral, humorless.

Henry laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. “Oh, I think you know. For years, my father, Alpha Vorlag, was... fond of you. Very fond. So fond, in fact, that he blessed you with a son. An Alpha blooded son.” He pointed a thick finger at Rhys, who was now standing near the platform, a strange, triumphant look on his face. “Rhys Veridian! Or should I say, Rhys Kaelen! My half brother!”

Hope burned to ash. And I weep. Not quietly. Not softly. Completely. Everything I held, everything I built my world on — has collapsed. And yet… I raise my head. – Rhaell — I croak. My voice is like that of some stranger. — Are you still alive? – Yes, my lord, — he whispers. – They are about to take the throne from me. My children too. My kingdom. Everything. I spring to my feet. – Then bring on the war. Let it be one this world has never seen.

he barked at me, shoving a sword into someone’s hand before racing toward me. “What’s happening?!” I gasped, breath hitching with curiosity written in my voice. He grabbed my shoulders, grounding me. “We’re under attack. The north wall—there was a breach.” he said. My blood ran cold. “Who?” I asked again. Ryu hesitated for only a second—but it was enough. I knew before he said it. “Craig” he snarled, jaw clenched. “From the Moon hound pack “ No. My vision blurred, the memory of Craig’s smug grin slicing through me like poison. He’d once held my hand as a child. Called me sister. Then betrayed me the first chance he got. Did he know I am Craig's step sister? No he doesn't.

“Ezra speaks flippantly, but his words carry some truth. Your enemies are not idle, Kaelen, the most recent incidence proves it. Perhaps an alliance through marriage could protect us all. The lady Selera is...” “Enough please! Kaelen’s voice cracked like a whip. He pushed to his feet, his chair scraping against the floor. We waste breath on alliances and bedsheets while a greater danger stirs beyond our walls. Who is Rhaegor? i demand to know about him. I need answers about Rhaegor.” The chamber went still. An elder scoffed. “Rhaegor is bad news, a homicidal demon. But Rhaegor is dead now. He belonged and was the great alpha of the ironfang pack. The Ironfang Pack was wiped from the face of

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

They all mumbled. After a bit of silence, I dared to speak out a burning question that had wriggled its way into my mind. “So the last king and Queen were…” “Supposedly Lycans- along with their son; Prince Jasper Adam Highmoon the seventh and any hope of us ever becoming a worldwide pack again.” Gloom descended amongst the Rogue officers; something tangible that clung to me as they mourned something they never had, something I could never imagine living without; a link to family- a bond to pack.

Elaine, an Omega,had spent all her life being prepared for a prestigious mate by her family. To them nothing was more important than an elite match for their last daughter but things would change when the Rogue Alpha Maxwell, a banished heir of the royal family storms in and claims her against her will. What begins with rivalry turns into unwavering passion and desire for each other. Eventually pregnant with Alpha Maxwell's forbidden heir, Elaine carries a child prophesied to be the destroyer of the current monarchy and one who will either unite or destroy the packs forever.She would live her life protecting her pup while fighting beside her ferocious Alpha.