Rhaenyra Targaryen Aunt Novels & Stories

Because the game had opened her, she asked, voice small: “Tell me about your family.” Even the floating flames seemed to pause. Vaelrion turned toward the edge of the terrace, where the mountain’s darkness plunged into a sea of glittering stars. My mother was Queen Aelthira, he said softly. The last great female of my kind. Stronger than most kings, kinder than they deserved. Lyra listened, breath hushed. She died bringing my sister into the world. The confession fell heavily between them. “I’m sorry,” Lyra whispered. A faint, painful smile curved his lips. You say that as though you knew them.

I said smiling at her and handed her the cup with my blood. She took it and looked me in the eyes, "I Arya Knox, princess of Zanaerys, daughter of Alpha Maximo Knox and Luna Hannia Knox accept you my King Alpha Lanox North as my mate and life partner and I accept my bond with the North Clan as their Luna Queen, I promise to be fair and protect them." said Arya and I could not help but raise my head with pride, as she took from the cup, drinking my blood, sealing our union with her words.

“K–know what, my lady?” “I know you’ve been aiding Nyra. You've been feeding her when Kael decreed she should starve. You were covering her tracks.” Rheya circled like a predator, her hand brushing along a shelf of folded linens. “You think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t smell your guilt on you?” The linens slipped from Raina’s arms to the floor. Her lips parted, but no words came. Rheya leaned closer, her whisper venomous. “Listen carefully, girl. If you come between me and her again, if you dare to meddle, your punishment will not end with losing your place in this castle. I will rip apart everything you love. Starting with your little sister.”

As soon as I asked, hoping that Ragnar was dead. His arms wrapped me even tighter. "Yes. We killed them all. All of them are gone." I shook my head, my lips curving into a wry smile. "Not all of them. The witch who tried to kill you is still out there." Tyrion sighed. "She lost her biggest ally. If I were her, I would lay low for a while. I genuinely hope that this ‘while’ would take her long decades." "So, you no longer wish to look for the one who murdered your mother?" I gave him a curious gaze.

It has to be something connected to everything that happened. However, Alice seems to notice that I'm struggling, so she puts her hand on my cheek and makes me turn to her. "You don't need to tell me if you can't remember-" 'No, I do know the healer,' I interject, shaking my head. 'It's Drake’s estranged aunt. Her name is Aristea. She worked for the royal family for centuries but she moved out when Drake was of age. They didn't agree on a lot of things. She was more... traditional. And she hated all the innovations that Drake wanted to make, calling him too ambitious for his own good.’

Aleanas pov Peace what is that? As long as I've been alive I've never known peace. I've always been expected of great things and to keep my head held high and be strong, but between you and me I don't believe any of that. My name is Aleana Rae daughter of Beta Alexander Rae of the Sahara blood moon pack, my mother Christina Rae died when I was 6 years old and ever since then home hasn't felt like home. It's my 18th birthday and I'm dreading it, only because I know in 20 minutes I will be on my way to the hell on earth they call high school. Don't get me wrong I love school just not this one, Wolfsmanner high school was the bane of my existence, no not because of the teachers or the work but

Rhaenan barked, stepping forward, eyes blazing. Baelorin didn’t flinch. “Saving your asses,” he said flatly. Then, after a beat, his voice softened—serious this time. “All of our asses, actually.” Everyone stilled. “Kyante’s not finished,” he went on. “She’s rallying her army right now. After what Maerwynn just displayed, she’s convinced the Aether is real—and that she needs it.” I felt Valen shift beside me, his arm tightening around my waist.

Lem, let go of her. "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

The rune brands pulsed in time with the newborn’s heartbeat, as though the child were already woven into the tapestry of her magic. Ryker watched, awe and sorrow mingling in his gaze. He rose and crossed to the window, staring out at the smoking ruins of the courtyard, where the siege had yet to be fully broken. “We have little time,” he said quietly. “More forces approach.” Nyra’s grip tightened on her daughter. “Let them come,” she replied, voice steadying. “We will protect our child with every breath.” From the shadows stepped a figure in a dark cloak, Nyra’s twin sister, Kaelia, returned at last from the edges of exile. Her presence drained the warmth from the room. Kaelia’s pale eyes he

~~Reece's POV~~ This is great. This is just great. I finally found my mate and she has no idea what she even is. I'm pacing around the terrace outside of my room waiting for my mom and dad to get back home from the party they went out for a few hours ago. I grab my phone from my pocket and message my best friend Aaron, the Alpha's son. Me : I found her. Aaron : Who is "her"? Me : My mate. There's a new girl at our school.