Rhaegar Targaryen Novels & Stories

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

Azraiel left the King's Castle right after the meeting. The King's Castle is located at the far end of the dark and dangerous forest of Rysterbia. It is being used as an administrative building to conduct various tasks related to packs all around the world. Earlier, it was occupied by the Alpha King and his family. But after a tragic accident that killed the entire royal lineage, the castle has been turned into an administrative building with an exception to the residential wing of the castle. Some ministers of the king believed that someone from the royal family is still alive and would come forward soon to claim the throne. It has been 23 years since the accident and till date, no one has

"Lumpyhead Lumpyface Stickboy. Have a care, Lorath, he'll hit you with his stick." "A man must be ashamed of the company he keeps, Arry," the handsome one said. "This man has the honor to be Jaqen H'ghar, once of the Free City of Lorath. Would that he were home. This man's ill-bred companions in captivity are named Rorge"—he waved his tankard at the noseless man—"and Biter." Biter hissed at her again, displaying a mouthful of yellowed teeth filed into points. "A man must have some name, is that not so? Biter cannot speak and Biter cannot write, yet his teeth are very sharp, so a man calls him Biter and he smiles. Are you charmed?"

I asked Lilith as she stood in front of me. I wasn't sure why I was so mad at Della but it had to do with the fact that she trusted those fucking mutt Rogues. Maybe my father was right. They were all just the same in the end. Della chose to go with them and understand them. I supposed that my anger was directed more at my past. When Hailey died, she didn't just die. She was brought forward by other members of the pack as being traitorous when a few of our werewolves were being targeted by the Rogues.

"Have you finally given up at the thought that my nephew is going to save you?" I huffed a cold chuckle. "I'm merely trying to resist an urge to slice your throat, and Tyrion WILL get here." Ragnar's mouth twisted into a devilish grin. "He can try, but I doubt that he can get past my army with those few warriors who managed to escape. However, if he somehow manages to get through the borders, I will gladly invite him to the ceremony. I will let him watch me claim his mate before I'll kill him."

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

I’d be absolutely head over heels for him. “How’s my partner in crime doing?” he greeted me. Hugo tilted his head, waiting for my answer with a little smile I mirrored. “Ready to roll,” I replied. Yeah, Brandon’s words. I didn’t care. Now they were mine too. “What’s the color for tonight, Grandpa?” Harry asked, reaching out to me with both hands to help me up. “Red, of course.” “Yeah, anytime.” I chuckled, nodding to Harry. “’Cause Prince of Persia here is gonna wear a red suit.”

Her words were cut off when someone suddenly barged into the hall. "Kieran Anubis." A voice boomed out. All heads turned to see who it was, and the look on Kieran's face changed slightly as he watched the visitor walk down the pathway towards the throne. It was Ragnar Thorne, one of the rulers of the realm. Ragnar was a feral, pure blooded demon who was known for his cruelty and arrogance. He ruled the east side realm, and rumour had it that he bedded different women even after finding his mate.

A voice broke out over the two which caused Jezzebelle to look over Aurelie’s shoulder “Belle what in the world did you do?” Raja was another High Council Member and a teacher in the Warrior Class. He originally came from Egypt and you could tell. His skin held the desert heat along with his brown eyes. His hair was in braids along side his back. His wife Lilabet, she had beautiful long brown hair that was straight. She was very good at teaching the children how to maintain their magic. Her brown eyes held the years of Bloodthirst.