Rhaenyra Novels & Stories

The Nester Clan are the grey dragons. Raphael found his mother lying in a pool of her own blood and a girl is holding the sword with which Irina was stabbed. That girl is bathed with the blood of his mother. Raphael became furious. He would have killed that girl then and there, but he need the name of the poison which she used on that sword to paralyze Irina.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Ray reaches over and takes Leah out of Dallas’s arms, pulling her close and rubbing his cheek against her head. Without saying a word, he turned and began walking towards the main pack house. His mate has loss a lot of blood, but Ray knew she was a strong dragon. Her heartbeat was strong and her breathing was even. She would need a lot of rest, but her wounds had already began to heal. Even faster than he thought it would. Ray figured it might have something to do wither royal blood mixed with is alpha blood from their mating, but nonetheless, he would still have Francesca do her thing. His sister was the pack healer, and one of the best healer in the county, if not the whole world. His mate

Rhianna's POV (Two and half years later) "Hey Anne, stay with Peyton," I said to my daughter's caretaker, and also my only friend, as I dropped off my daughter at a small playschool within the castle grounds. "I am going to surprise Theo." I was so happy, I am already bouncing. "Of course, enjoy your time with the Alpha King," she winked as she started to grab toys out of the boxes. "Peyton and I will have a good time, won't we Peyton?"

Arya remained silent and took her seat next toEon, facing he adoptive parents. “Here darling, have a piece of this. This is good for your health.” Vanessa chided. “Bethany, you should be taking care of you husband that way. You only think of yourself,” Mrs. Brown tried to provoke her, and wants to see her jealous reaction. Vanessa knew what her mother is trying to do. But Arya kept quiet and just eats her food. “Sister, I’m sorry. He is your husband, but Eon only lets me touch his food,’ Vanessa said pretending innocence.

She just wants Kein to leave. “Look, Shaira! you are all alone now… Abe is already dead… his body is already shattered into pieces and no matter how you push me away he will never come back… because he is already DEAD! DEAD SHAIRA! DEAD!” He said “Don’t say that” Shaira said and Kein tried to hug her but she pushed him away. “No! don’t touch me!” She screamed. The baby suddenly cried and they looked at each other and Shaira ran to the baby inside their room. Kein followed her.

Rachel “Jayce, where are we going?” I asked as he walked with me, with his hands wrapped around my waist and my eyes covered in blindfolds. “I can’t see anything,” “That’s the point, and don’t worry, I’m holding you tight,” Jayce said, and even with a blindfold, I can say that Jayce was smirking, staring at me like that, holding onto him. “There are steps, being careful,” he warned.

“Mom, I’m sorry for everything’ she muttered quietly and her mom smiled pulling her for a hug again without saying anything and rubbed her head. After crying her heart out, Arya did feel light weighted; she relaxed against the bedframe and just stared outside. There were a lot of things she didn’t understand and she wasn’t going to force herself to understand it, she was going to ask them to explain it to her so that she can understand while knowing what she should do or not. Zachariah swallowed his saliva before turning to Alston who had a lost look in his eyes. “Apparently, I think Chief Priestess Silva did lose her life years ago but her daughter survived and somehow her younger sister ha

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.

“She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.” “Why now?” Lysandra asked cautiously. “Because,” I said, walking back to my chair and sitting down slowly, “when a stranger tries to break you, you fight. You scream. You claw your way to freedom.” I held up the photo. “But when blood turns on you, when your own sister is the one with the dagger… you hesitate. You don’t scream. You break from the inside.” I said calmly. “And there is nothing better to break a woman than her own sister. Her blood. If she had ma