Rhaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

Aleanas pov Peace what is that? As long as I've been alive I've never known peace. I've always been expected of great things and to keep my head held high and be strong, but between you and me I don't believe any of that. My name is Aleana Rae daughter of Beta Alexander Rae of the Sahara blood moon pack, my mother Christina Rae died when I was 6 years old and ever since then home hasn't felt like home. It's my 18th birthday and I'm dreading it, only because I know in 20 minutes I will be on my way to the hell on earth they call high school. Don't get me wrong I love school just not this one, Wolfsmanner high school was the bane of my existence, no not because of the teachers or the work but

he assured his queen. Hector is now the king of the Nester clan. His younger brother Tyson married Princess Tasha, who is well behaved and her arrogance turned into maturity. She is well behaved and Liliana is the queen of the Nester clan. Liliana gave birth to a daughter, who is six months younger than the Raven prince. For some reason, the Nester princess likes to stay with the young Raven prince when ever they visit the Raven clan. And her affections are equally reciprocated by the Raven prince.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

She was wearing a gown over her night dress now, her scars hidden away once more. "Baba." She whispered, hugging her father tightly. "Care to share what happened?" He asked me coldly. "Let’s sit down." I said, allowing the father-daughter to sit side by side as I took my seat opposite them. Taking a deep breath, I told him that on her eighteenth birthday, Raihana’s witch side was revealed. How as the first-born female from Endora’s line, she was a full-fledged witch, and how Delsanra is the very same witch who gave us the correct information back before that fateful battle.

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.

My need to protect her from anything steps forward, allowing me to calm, and I face towards the crowd. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming to the Ceremony of my Luna. For those of you that do no know, this is Raleigh Walsh. She has been a member of our country Erondale since birth. She is the descendant of Goddess Selene and the God Zephyrus.” I pause as the crowd erupts in cheers. I glance at Rae and her face is an adorable shade of red. I bend down and kiss her cheek before finishing my speech.

But I couldn’t keep ignoring this. I pulled on a long, oversized hoodie and slipped out of my room quietly. The hallways of the Moonbane estate were quiet, a rare moment of peace in this usually tension-thick house. I didn’t stop to greet anyone or answer any questions. I walked straight to the healer’s wing. Hannah was there, quietly tending to herbs along the far shelf, her fingers moving with delicate precision. She was a few years older than me—soft-spoken, kind eyes, someone who always seemed to carry calm like it was stitched into her skin.

Rita replied, sorting out the plates. “ That’s Rita, my cook. Rita, meet my eldest daughter, Alyona,” Xara introduced. “ Nice to meet you,” they both said at the same time. “ The pleasure’s mine, Rita; the food smells so good! I can't wait to dig in.” Alyona added “ I’ll soon be done,” “ How’s work and being in the spotlight?’ Xara teased her daughter as they left the kitchen. “ Work is good, and being in the spotlight is somewhat stressful. She groaned.

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.