Rhaenyra Leaves Westeros Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Discipline your bride, Rhaedros!” I bristled. “Bride? Just so you know, my name is Kaela and how dare you say that I need to be disciplined? I wasn’t the one calling other people names, you rude, surly grandma! Besides, do I look like a misbehaving puppy to you?” Xerathia snorted derisively as she exclaimed at me, “You are insufferable, you ~” However, before she could bite me with her reply, Rhaedros did something that made everyone stop breathing. He ignored Xerathia entirely and took my hand, pulling me away.

Nyra’s POV The fever pulls me under like a riptide. Reality fractures. Memory bleeds through the cracks. I'm twenty-two again, standing in the moonlight, feeling the bond snap into place. Golden. Perfect. Everything I ever wanted. Then Kael's voice, cold and final: "I will never accept an omega as my Luna." The memory shifts. Overlaps with now. Kael's arms around me. Warm. Real. His chest solid against my back.

He really loves me, or he only loves the memory of what I represent, but I refuse to be one more, and I deserve to be valued for who I am; I was not born for him; I am the daughter of an alpha and a princess by lineage, he is the one who has to prove to me that he is worthy of me and until he does I will not be his or anyone else's. I am Hannia Winter, princess of Vellentys, daughter of Alpha Hansen, and Luna Alania, princess of Zanaerys. I am not a simple wolf or witch waiting for his mate; I will not give myself to him; for me, he will have to fight as he has never done before. Chapter 1 FLASHBACK 5 YEARS AGO I still remember it as if it were yesterday, I was sitting in the garden, and lit

Or perhaps awakened an ancient memory. "She moved out," Nyra murmured, plucking a dead leaf from one of the stalks with precise fingers. "Bought her own house in the eastern quarter. Wants to position herself as separate, sovereign. It's all part of something bigger." "I know," I said, watching her hands. They were a warrior's hands, strong, capable of both violence and tenderness. Like mine. Like what Auren's would become. "She might've been the one who had Auren taken," she added, her voice taut now, a tremor of barely contained rage beneath the words. "From the very beginning."

She pushed me, " We are about to have a child together. You have put his life in danger so many times. I wish you were dead. He is mine. Mine. " Fortunately, Alpha Kristian came to get her back to her chamber and I was able to go on my way. I didn't let her cruel words work on me because I knew that I would not cause any havoc in Alpha Tyrion's life. After this competition ends and the dangers flying his head are gone, I would leave him. The building almost black in color from the years of rain and no care, stared back at me. The garden which was now a ruin of something beautiful gave a haunted feeling. The air was colder here than the rest of the kingdom. Darkness and silence welcomed in th

Darius POV Darius slammed his palm against the stone wall, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The impact sent a dull ache through his arm, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging inside him. Lyra is Alpha Rhea. But Alpha Rhea of the Crescent Pack was dead. The name still didn’t seem right to him. He had spent years believing the Alpha of the Crescent pack was dead, believing that the woman who was to sit on the throne of the Crescent pack had vanished without a trace. And now, not only was she alive, but she was an Alpha… his ex, technically.

Married? ​"To whom?" I challenged, still shaking from Caleb's betrayal. I couldn't breathe. Was this a sick joke? Was he going to sell me to the oldest, dirtiest Alpha he could find? ​My father unrolled a heavy, thick scroll of parchment. The paper felt different; it smelled of deep forest and something ancient, something powerful and terrifying. ​"Anya will be marrying Alpha Ronan Thorne," my father declared. "The leader of the Crescent Pack."

About a hospital room and three brothers looking at each other across an unconscious girl and understanding simultaneously that everything had just changed. I thought about training grounds and waterfall dates and jealousy and combat and a courtyard where a man knelt because love was not something you won. I thought about council representatives and silver light and mountain communities and a girl named Sera who was going to be alright. And I thought about this. Right now. Lyra Collins asleep on my chest in the home she had built and the life she had chosen and the future she was already planning with that restless forward-moving mind of hers that never fully stopped even in sleep.

Funny, he was actually right. I was a hybrid of Epicyon Haydeni and human. I chuckled. It was dark already. The moon was full, and so were my mating senses. Yet Aurelia didn’t come to my mind. Lyanna did. I loved the sound of her name in my mind. Lyanna. As much as I hated that Paul man, I loved him for saying her name. Lyanna. Lyanna Darkhowl. It had a nice ring to it. No. Aurelia Everwyn Darkhowl. The tiny voice reminded me.

“For us.” Rayna smiled, the kind of smile that cut through the ache of everything we had endured. Then she leaned against me again, gaze drifting toward the wide window. Outside, the forest spread endless and dark, the faint glow of campfires dotting the rogue city below. Wolves settling, finding rest for the first time in what felt like centuries. Her voice came quiet. “Do you think it will be enough? This kingdom, this palace… us?”