Rhaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

The Aetheria’s Anchor glowed, the blue light brief but intense against the blackness, and Arriana’s clear, cold voice cut through the mental scream of suffocation. “She is a literal baby, Milady Xian’na,” Arriana said, the words urgent and sorrowful. “Her mother, the previous Goddess of Water, died out of sorrow and sheer elemental exhaustion. Humans destroyed their main sea territory, poisoning it with dynamate and chemicals. This child was born from her mother’s despair and hatred for the human kind, and she is the only heir to the water goddess’s power.” The knowledge hit me harder than the crushing pressure. The rage wasn't a test; it was pure, inherited grief. She wasn't fighting an inv

"My mother knew that this day would come. The final stand. The moment when an Omega must reclaim her power from those who would use it to enslave us." Theon Vale, on the elevated dais, his face a mask of cold fury, laughed a harsh, grating sound. "Foolish girl. You think some parlor tricks will stop me? I am Theon Vale. My family has commanded this pack for generations. You are nothing but an abomination. A tool to use and discard." "I'm not a tool," Rhea shot back, her eyes flying open. They shone with the same silver light now pouring from her hands. "I am the daughter of Lunas. I am an Omega. And I will not be controlled." The ground beneath them trembled.

The reason I was locked up often. People had tagged me the most beautiful female wolf in Dycan. It was a gift from my mom's bloodline . Her name was Artemis, the best harpist to ever tread the earth. She was also the most beautiful wolf among the twelve kingdoms. Fae's, foxes and vampires included. She in turn had inherited her beauty from my grandma, Gaya. Grandma passed away when I was three . Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come.

He walks beside me with his hand still enclosing mine so warmly, and the feeling of his strong, calloused fingers pressed against my softer ones offers me a strange comfort and a reminder of the immense power I am aligning myself with. Despite everyone's eyes still on us as we glide down the aisle, I hold my head high and match every stride Azraelyrs makes as we keep moving forward. I am Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, soon to be Queen of Drakarith, and no one will see me shivering like a fowl lost in the rain. We pass between two statues I quickly remember I had seen back in the Bahadrí. Orios and Aerizadum.

came his voice from a part of his room which I was yet to figure out. "Would have taken well to your advice only if I wasn't so shy to let you hear them," with a hiss, I answered back, not even ready to listen to him speak more than necessary. The anger I was feeling was slowly rising to the surface and was getting thoroughly mixed together with how much his haughtiness was beginning to annoy me. *** Khaleesi's POV; With new-found anger and irritation, I headed straight to Aodhàn's room. Yenna had long sneaked away as usual, leaving me to peacefully storm into Aodhàn's room as I pleased.

I turned to the page where my name was linked to Kaelith’s. “Kaelith Vaeltharion Morveth, I hope you return. I am Vaelora Haugen, waiting for you.”

She realized that that KAEL DRAVEN is. Rain exploded across the battlefield while the forest echoed with growls and terrified screams Ariana was extremely terrified inside the carriage, her heart pounding violently against her chest as she watched Kael Draven step forward into the storm.The Night Crawlers circled him carefully now.There were six of them No,Eight.

“Today, Ithea has suffered a great loss. We've lost one of the best champions the kingdom has ever had. Rhaizen Gale's untimely death has caught us all off guard. We will honor him for his valor in combating the fearsome Trerth and defending the kingdom. I am eternally grateful for his service and unwavering love for this kingdom. But we must press on; the nation needs a new champion to defend us, and we have several exciting new candidates in the running.