Rhaegar Targaryen Novels & Stories

One of the guards said. Immediately Ragaleon snapped his head towards the direction he was heading before he got distracted. "Lock her up in the dungeon until she starts talking; make sure to torture her." He said before walking away. Micah's eyes bulged out in fright… "No, wait! Please listen to me! She screamed, breaking down in tears. The guard grabbed her forcefully; one of them gazed at her…. "This time I am not going to take it easy on you, woman." ... "The scorpion, the king of the realms, lord of the forest and seas, King Ragaleon Clegane." A man announced as Ragaleon made an entrance into the throne room where his guests were waiting.

Another came swinging a machete; she met him with a bullet in the chest and a knife in the gut. The men hesitated. Some cursed her name La Reina de Sangre the Blood Queen. The title spread as fast This wasn’t survival anymore. This was war. Across the chaos, she saw Raffaele. Standing tall atop the catwalk, his grin sharp as a wolf’s. He raised a hand, directing his soldiers like an orchestra of death. And then her gaze snapped left. El Cuervo himself strode through the haze, his raven tattoos catching the flicker of gunfire, a machete in one hand, pistol in the other. His men followed like shadows, cutting down Romano soldiers with ruthless precision.

Xavier: Rowan… the rogue who was not only kicked and shunned out but was also a traitor of a crime beyond comparison. It was a name that should have stayed buried in the past and yet, he was now walking free inside my territory, poisoning Valerie’s mind with half-truths and shadowed warnings. Hunter had already gone through every database we had, border records, rogue movements, financial trails. Rowan didn’t match any movements in the last year. I knew that he wasn’t around. I would have caught his scent if he was.

A tall slender built, bouncy, bright-eyed red-haired guy and a smaller strawberry blonde slender built female. Nick stepped forward; the loss of his contact built my nerves. His hand was outstretched and shook his father’s hand followed by a small hug for his mother. “Mother, father, Callie, Zack, this is Leila,” he paused, “My girlfriend.” He offered out his hand and I stepped forward. “Leila, this is my father, Richard, my mother Lesley, my brother Zack and my sister Callie.” “It’s lovely to meet you all.” I smiled.

Tehila's POV The challenger stepped forward from the back of the chamber. He was massive, easily taller than both Zane and Dalton, with shoulders broad enough to block out the light. His face was scarred with old wounds that spoke of battles survived and his entire dressing and walking step screamed military and dangerous power. I had never seen him before in my life, why would he challenge them for me? "Who are you?" Alpha Blackwood demanded, sounding surprised himself. "Ryker North, Alpha of the Nightshade pack," the stranger answered with a deep voice. "Tehila Morrison is my fated mate and I am here to claim what the Moon Goddess gave me."

I whispered internally. *I don't know. But we do.* Rhaegar's eyes narrowed slightly, watching and studying me. “Do You know who I am?,” he said finally, his tone flat. I nodded slowly. “Alpha King Rhaegar.” His eyes flashed gold again for just a moment, and I could see a change in his expression before it disappeared. “Good,” he said, his voice cold again. “Then you know what happens to people who lie to me.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t find the words.

she said. He went very still. She held the register. "The founding agreement between the Vael bloodline and the human community," she said. "One of the twelve council members who signed it " "Was from my mother's line," he said. "Yes," she said. The reading room was completely quiet. She looked at him. "Caspian," she said. "Your mother was human." He held the page for a long moment. "Yes," he said. "And her family," she said. "Nine hundred years ago."

Broad. Wrapped in black and steel. His presence alone distorted the air; like standing before a storm. No. Worse. Like standing before something that did not need to prove its strength. Because it already knew. Ragnar Dravenhart. The Blood Tyrant. His gaze landed on me. Sharp. Cold. Unforgiving. Time seemed to still. For a moment…nothing existed but that gaze. Heavy. Pressing. Demanding submission. My body reacted instantly. My knees trembled and my breath hitched.

I announce to them. And it feels ridiculous to say it out loud, but I don't know what else to say. The Rogues are gone. Cole is gone. The entire situation inside the Gala has been left behind, and yet I know that the moment we return, every single person there will want to know what happened to me, and that thought alone makes my stomach tighten. Alaric doesn't seem satisfied with my answer. "Warriors, follow them, capture the Rogue King and take as many captives as you can," he orders sharply as he turns to face his people behind him.