Rhaena Targaryen Novels & Stories

"Hmp! You dare hope to be a Paladin, and yet here you are lazing around—" "Zelda? Is that really you?" The tension did not persist any longer when a stranger spoke from behind Zelda. Turning to the direction where the female voice came from, the three was greeted by a girl who must be of the same age as Anne. Through a quick examination of her outfit, it can be assumed that she came from an aristocratic family. "The genius, of course. And who you might be?" "It's me, Yvette! You forgot about me already, that's mean," her cheerfulness did not falter but was evidently tainted with disappointment.

It was undeniable who she was and how she knew they were there, there must be trouble, thought Mrs Langson. "She's quite a stubborn little elf," She said walking towards Mrs Langson as she entered the room, "Cayla of Dathomir," Mrs Langson said, smiling at her, her beautiful face as fair as ever radiated in the room, she could feel her powers coursing through her veins, she had trained her when she was born before she was taken to Dathomir to be groomed by the Dayan, she had not set her eyes on her daughter ever since then.

Aileen replied, almost whispering to the wind. "I see." The lady with red hair and gray eyes, like Scheriziel, smiled wickedly. The lady smiled because she smelled something interesting about the girl in front of her. "Anyway, let me introduce myself. It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies, especially you," she added and stared at Aileen. She cleared her throat and resumed, "I'm Khaleesi." "The pleasure is mine. My name is Ai- I mean Scheriziel. And this is my trusted friend Athena." The queen was nervous and had almost slipped her real name.

🌺🥀🌷🌸❇️❇️ 🌷🌷🌹🌹🌹🌹 💮💠💐💐🏵️ A grand statue stood in the heart of RuthValis, carved with reverence and love, a monument to the woman who had shaped destinies long before any battle had been fought. Tialaina Morris, The Tia of the Lost — Ariya’s true name — was etched upon the base, a reminder of courage, sacrifice, and the legacy she had entrusted to her daughter.

The air down here is thick with damp stone and despair, but it’s the sight of her that chokes him: Raven, the High Priest’s daughter, chained like a beast, half-naked and broken, her snow-white hair matted with blood, sharp blue eyes swollen shut behind bruises that bloom like dark flowers. She was smiling once. That day on the pilgrim road—small hand clutching his sleeve, sharp eyes wide with trust. "Stay," she’d mouthed, and he had. Followed her into camp because she was the last spark of light from a family he’d revered. The Winterstars: Archdruid mother, High Priest father, pillars of Arcadia Prime. And Raven, their winter star, who laughed like bells and made even war-weary soldiers sof

They also sat down and looked at each other. "Raenerys Lauregnory?" The two old men looked at each other again. Does her name ring the bell? Raenerys couldn't help but think that was the case. "She's the—" "Yes, I am the famous conqueror from the west. I've been slaugthering alphas and dropping packs." she said proudly and unbothered while looking emotionlessly at the two council members. She noticed Nevil glancing at her, but she didn't care. She just wanted to make sure that these two had no choice but to agree to her demands.

he said truthfully. " Why don't you like each other?" I asked. " We are both young alphas who took over at the same time. There was always a quiet competition between us, but there was no strong ill will against the other," he said. " Our mothers were cousins. Rhaegar was the beloved Prince of werewolves. He was always notorious, and praised for that while I was in his shadow," I've always wanted to know why Rhaegar hasn't taken over as king yet, but I will ask Ella or Nate. It would be inappropriate to ask Layth.

My heart started pounding my chest like a war drum. The first Haunter on the red carpet was Ted, wearing just like he was about to enter a location to investigate it. He was with a very attractive girl who wore a more elegant outfit, but anyway all black. Next came Ricky with his wife. They joined Ted and girlfriend at the top of the stairs and turned to wave at the fans first, then at NY Barbie and company, before entering the theater. Then came Isaac, with his wife and Trisha, who looked like she’d been born to be there.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

Every box disappeared before breakfast while a twenty-year-old girl ate her eggs in the dining hall without knowing she was already gone. Nora set the document down. "Who removed the original section," she said. Felix looked at Caspian. Caspian looked at the document. "Tell her," Caspian said quietly. "She has the right to know all of it." Felix turned back to Nora. "The Vael bloodline representative on the Student Court four years ago was a woman named Aldara Vael," he said. "Caspian's aunt. She held the head position for three years before Caspian took it at the start of his enrollment."