Rhaegar Targaryen Novels & Stories

“Take off her blindfold.” My heart stopped. I felt fingers at the back of my head, tugging at the knot. Light poured in as the cloth slipped away. The first thing I saw was him. Rhaegal. He was tall, taller than any man I’d seen, with shoulders broad enough to fill the space around him. His hair was black, falling in uneven waves around his sharp, cruel face. His eyes, gods, his eyes were glowing faintly like a beast in the dark. His skin bore scars, lines of battles long fought, each one telling a story of blood and fire.

Besides, Vie confirmed before she fell asleep that she'd return to Blackthorn with me. I couldn't bring her back to the same stale environment that made her leave in the first place. I'd do anything for her to be happy and comfortable, not just with me, but in the pack. “Elder Rhaeger and Lyra won't go down without a fight,” West reminded me. “They'll surely make some ruckus to resist your order.” “That's why we're moving with the elite guards. I'm aware that Rhaegar has been training some secret warriors. That was why he was so confident, rallying the Elders to follow his orders, embezzling the pack's funds without fear.”

"I've never worked so hard on any other case as I have on Lord Rhaegar. I know how much he means to you and I really want to save him, but I don't know what else to do." She came closer until her hands were on my shoulders. "Maybe it's for the best, baby. The man has suffered for too long already. Maybe it's time he finally found rest." --- I walked into the chamber where my godfather lay on his sickbed. Lord Rhaegar Vale. The only Lord in the South and war commander. He had been more of a father figure in my life than the man who fucked my mum to birth me. For years, he'd guided me and imparted wisdom. Losing him now would be a very hard blow.

It was too painful for Raeherys to look at. The noise settled down when Aravyr stepped up into the staircase, so he could be seen by everyone. “Hear me,” he called out to the crowd. “My brethren … my kinds … my blood … it is I, Aravyr Alagor, Blood of the Hyborns, Descendant of the Dragon Lord Hylos, King of Draconos and Ruler of the Dragon Realm.”

I glanced at him watching his people proudly but a glint of sadness is showing behind in his eyes. "I, the future king of Rosla, came here to see the evolution of this magnificent hospital that changed the history of Rosla and Yerilin. This hospital saved millions of people who were hurt, threatened and faced death situations that they didn't have any choice." Rhyker said as he held his swords tightly, he matured over a year. The death of his younger brother bothered him so much that he had to mature quickly in a year, 21 is the age to have fun as a student in university but no, at 21 the royal members need to take over their roles, their responsibility.

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

The child was born in Kattegat. His mother only saw him shortly before passing away from the pain of childbirth. Ragnar grew up among his father's other children and with his stepmother Alfhildr. At his first steps, he already sported a huge bump on his small arched back. He grew quickly and had a small strength greater than that of other children his age. However, he waddled to the side and dragged his left shoulder on which was resting his hump. Even though he was the most helpful and the bravest, ready to climb trees to pick fruit or a little more skillful than his little friends during small hunting trips, his physical appearance got him to be a little put aside and his excessive strengt

I feel like I want to pinch his cute, chubby cheeks. “You are Raphael?” I asked with doubt and he answered, “Yes” In a cute voice but showed me his true form. He is all white and shining. White long hair, white eyes with white wings, and there’s blue and green energy coming from his palms. Then he turned to a cute little six years old boy again and smiled at me. I am convinced now. “Is he a falling angel too?” I asked Michael while pointing at Raphael. Michael smiled and shook her head, “No” She answered. “He is our healer,” She added.

he said with his eyes blazing gold this time around. He knew what he did to attain this position but his new people, the wolves he now ruled would have stoned him right here if they knew. Yes! He worked for Raven, doing all her spying just to be the ruler which had been his goal and now that he had gotten it he was happy. Raven was not after the death of the wolves and whatever creatures but after Tartal alone, he and his family. He walked away with his men following him, they would be meeting with the rest of the pack at the 'Elite Cavern'