Rhaenyra Leaves Westeros Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Hael, I wonder where life has taken you now? Shaking her head, remembering her vow to stay in the present, Ariana walked into her father's bedroom. Ray was in her old room, Hannah in the spare, and the twins in the small room attached to this one by a door. At first, Raymond tried taking Jack’s bedroom, but Ariana couldn’t sleep in her old bed knowing the things Hael and she had shared in there, and quickly claimed the main bedroom for herself.

She would make sure that she does not let her mother's trust down. Celeste disappeared back into her portals. Aerona heaved a sigh of relief, she knew that she needed to do a lot of work in order to convince the Alpha of breaking off the barrier between them and the witches. But still she was determined to make this work out. She had faith that Zayn would agree to her request. **** Zayn had retired back into his chambers after the hectic work around the palace. He was exhausted, and needed some rest. Aerona monitored his movements, and seeing that he had gone inside, she adjusted herself, and held the plate of food properly and headed to his room.

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

(Dylan's POV) "We're done." The words just kept echoing in my head; the room became silent. Even Aurora looked shocked. I just kept looking at the necklace on the table. "Lyra..." I whispered; she looked away, started walking towards the couch, and covered herself with the blanket. "Please, Lyra." "I don't know what else you want me to say. I've given you your necklace back. What else do you want from me? Alpha."

She questioned again, and the wolf looked at the other side. “I am sorry, but I am not at liberty to say what; I am sorry for sneaking up on you; I will give you some privacy.” He said, and before she could add anything else, he ran into the forest, and Arya shook her head before she continued walking right into the forest. When she got to a spot where she felt safe, she stripped and shifted and ran into the woods. The feeling of letting go of her past was something she craved, and as soon as she ran into the forest, Leo felt her presence but kept his distance.

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

she jerked her chin toward the dark hallway where Luna’s room sat—“she didn’t get a vote in any of that. So we draw lines for her, not for revenge.” Lyra closed her eyes for a second. “You think I don’t know that?” she asked quietly. “I think,” Rhea said, softer now, “that you’ve been operating in survival mode for three years. And survival mode doesn’t turn off overnight just because the man who set it off shows up with a cane and a guilty wolf.” She tossed the towel into the sink. “What are you going to do,” she asked, “when Luna stops asking ‘who is he’ and starts asking ‘is he mine?'’”

Before even having the chance to resist, it seems that once Nyko picked up on her scent that was it. He had made up his mind, decided then and there that nothing else mattered. And could I blame him, no I couldn't, because I wanted the same thing, fuck choosing my mate and settling with a she-wolf just because I needed a luna by my side. This was different, Arya was different. And both Nyko and I had made a joint decision that night that we wanted all of her and would fight to the death to protect and defend her, so you see, Sean doesn’t have a hope in hell of separating me from my mate.

They were going through the broken barrier into the Outlands. I stood there and heard the words even after he stopped speaking. Heard them again and again in my head until they stopped sounding like words and became a verdict. Nyra was leaving the only world I had ever known with Ronan at her side. Not hiding. Not running from shame. Not begging for a place. Leaving as Luna, as mate, as Princess of a world none of us understood. Leaving with the man who had marked her openly. The man whose mark sat on her neck where mine should never have been because I had never earned that right.

LYRA I couldn’t sleep, the feast was a poison in my blood, the memory of his hand on my neck, his breath in my ear, how my body had betrayed me and curved into his touch, it was all too much, so I ran out here, to this small forgotten balcony, to get air in my lungs that wasn't choking on his smell and the stench of his victory, and that's when I heard them, voices carried up from the courtyard below, his voice, but altered, stripped, and I leaned over the railing and saw him, Kael, without armor, without crown, just a man in the moonlight, his shoulders slumped, his head bent, and the look was so monstrous I near enough gave a great gasp.