Rhaegar Targaryen Novels & Stories

Raleigh My name is Raleigh. I'm 18 and the current talk of Erondale. There have been numerous murders of girls that look similar to me; raven colored hair and green eyes. I have a wolf, also, though not all of the murdered girls have one. I didn't know that I had one, though. It was something that just changed about me. Well, I say changed, but really it's been here with me all along. My mother hid it from me.

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

He spoke with bravery in his tone. "You knew him? Then who are you?" Tig curiously inquired. "Wrong question again. It should be 'Who are you to him?' Alpha Ragnar was my Lord, and I served as his right-hand commandant on the battlefield since our early days when we became trusted friends," the man revealed. Tigreal, still confused, asked, "The reports say my father died on the battlefield along with his trusted warriors, killed by the White Moons pack. How did you survive? Wait, are you Xirza?" Anger started to show on Tigreal's face.

Deep within the cave was the tall figure of a man who looked into the burning flames. Kaheal, the Alpha leader of the rogue bandits mused in thought of a plan in his head. The air around him was thick with tension as his second hand, Raul, waited for instructions. “She would be mine....” Kaheal growled. Raul shuffled his feet. “Alpha, the queen is heavily guarded and king Dreg won’t-” “Nonsense!” He growled. “That weak king hides behind those walls and his soldiers. His strength is nothing compared to mine.”

I am all alone in this existence. The jolts and bumps of the carriage, the regular clops of hooves against sun-baked ground, grow on me rapidly. I find solace in the thought that the ride won't be very lengthy in spite of everything. Given the proximity of Agnarys' domain, Hestenia, to Gahndor, the journey ought to take no more than several hours. We are actually among the territories nearest to Gahndor. Each noble house in Raelia has a domain that they control and defend. When Mother and Father are unable to fulfill their obligations, my older brother Jason will assume Hestenia's tasks. Still, despite we officially possess this territory, every piece of land is ruled by Gahndor. That's just

He simply nodded. "Have you had breakfast?" He asked and I shook my head. "Alright, I'll leave you to quickly do that. I just wanted to give something to you. I received an invitation letter from Marcus," he stated, and I furrowed my brows. "Marcus?" I asked in a whisper. "Marcus Taylor?" I threw him a questioning look, and he beamed at me, causing me to gasp. "If I am right, then he is the youngest son of the Moon Hunter pack?" I confirmed and he nodded briefly.

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

she whispered, her breath warm against my ear, “you won’t belong to him.” The shadows stilled. My heart stopped. “He will belong to you.” The cell door creaked open behind her. And in the doorway— Rhaegon stood. How much had he heard?

"And we have the truth. That's more dangerous than an army." We dragged the bikes to the edge of the hangar’s loading ramp. Below us, the Arctic sea was a graveyard of broken ice and dark water. The mainland was a purple smudge on the horizon, miles away. I climbed onto the back of the largest bike, a massive beast of a machine that smelled of Lucian’s pine-scented oil. He climbed on in front of me, his back a solid wall of protection. "Hold on, little bird," he whispered. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his shoulder. As the engines roared to life, I felt the Blood Vow hum. We weren't just a bride and a rogue anymore. We were the storm that was coming for the man wh

Hated the Heart in his chest answering a forest that had buried him once and now wanted to use his presence as a lock. Useful again. Necessary again. Stay here so others may live. A prettier cage. Lena would have said that. The thought stopped him more effectively than Rhaeg’s sword. Lena would hate him tearing himself apart because fear called it love. She would understand. That was the worst part. She would understand too well. Rhaeg lifted his helm slowly, revealing gray skin and blue-white eyes that had once flashed gold under the First Alpha’s call. “Do not wait politely,” he said. “Wait ready.”