Rhaenyra Targaryen Brother Novels & Stories

“That is a long story, Mom, but long story short is that Dylan helped me; he played a big part to save his sister, and here we are.” “Wait, you mean Dylan, your best friend for three years, is Arya’s brother; how come I was never told about this?” “It just slipped my mind, but I guess now that you know, now that Arya is back, I think it is now time for the council of elders to intervene and make a decision as soon as possible. I am not ready for a war between these two packs; innocent bystanders will die, collateral damage will occur, and all that. When are we meeting them?”

"Though I'm flattered you think I sound maternal." Cassie's eyes snapped open. She knew that voice. It was Dom. Dominic Hale. Marcus's younger brother and the black sheep the family didn't talk about at dinner parties because he was too embarrassing, too reckless, too everything that old money feared. "Go away, Dominic," Cassie said. "It's Dom," he corrected. "And I would, but you're sitting against the door and I'm assuming you don't want me to shove it open and send you sprawling across expensive outerwear."

Rai stood by the doorway, arms crossed, watching me like I was a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “You don’t look surprised,” he finally said. “Two days, and your brother’s still gone. Yet you sit there like you expected it.” I leaned back in the chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. “Maybe I did. Maybe I stopped expecting surprises a long time ago.” Rai raised a brow. “People are saying you don’t care. That blood should run thicker than water.” “Blood,” I said slowly, “is only thick when you haven’t seen it spilled.”

It surprised me that the woman and the boy who was previously with Fai in Harry's picture were there. Her name is Anna. She is more beautiful than in the picture, I admit. I previously thought she is Fai’s ex and Ben, her son, is his son but then I heard Ben called Fai ‘uncle’ so it means they’re just friends.

I had given my life to a man who only wanted my money and my land. "You’re going to get sick out here." A voice came from the shadows. it was deep and rough. It sounded like thunder. I spun around. My eyes turned bright yellow because I was scared and angry. A man was leaning against the wall. He was huge. He had broad shoulders and messy black hair. He wore a heavy leather jacket with a wolf skull on the back. He had a scar on his face, and his eyes were dark grey. I knew him. He was Lucian Vailant. He was Julian’s older brother. He was the man who was supposed to be the leader, but he was sent away years ago. People said he was dangerous.

“She will hate me for telling you this.” “Not at all.” I tell her, but she didn’t believe me and I didn’t blame her. “Ava Midnight.” My brother’s voice is low as he stands over her. “How many other siblings does she have?” “Just Antony.” Bree replies. “Male Alpha children are born as twins and triplets.” He glances to Bree “I swear, I’m not lying about this. It’s just Antony.” “And you are certain you don’t know where he is?” He challenges her.

he said as he lifted the tankard, "but how long would we hold it? Tywin Lannister is known to be at Harrenhal with a great host, and Lord Renly . . . " "Ah, yes, the young brother," said Salladhor Saan . "That part is not so good, my friend. King Renly bestirs himself. No, here he is Lord Renly, my pardons. So many kings, my tongue grows weary of the word. The brother Renly has left Highgarden with his fair young queen, his flowered lords and shining knights, and a mighty host of foot. He marches up your road of roses toward the very same great city we were speaking of." "He takes his bride?"

Rowan Caelen Blackthorn. The name still felt surreal on my tongue. A name that held strength, legacy, and love. A name chosen not for show but for the heart of the man it honored, Rowan, Lyra’s twin, Xander's brother, my friend, my brother-in-law, and the soul who had carried so much weight on his shoulders with unwavering loyalty.

Henry laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. “Oh, I think you know. For years, my father, Alpha Vorlag, was... fond of you. Very fond. So fond, in fact, that he blessed you with a son. An Alpha blooded son.” He pointed a thick finger at Rhys, who was now standing near the platform, a strange, triumphant look on his face. “Rhys Veridian! Or should I say, Rhys Kaelen! My half brother!”

My eyes widened at the revelation and I felt a little better about me because at least I had a wolf and I was not one of the mixed species like him. "Ummm. It smells so good here. " It was Kain and he clapped his hands once before taking his seat beside me. "Get the fu*k up! " Alpha Tyrion shouted, making me flinch. Kain chuckled playfully, " What's wrong with you? Is this how you should talk to your elder brother? " Alpha Tyrion growled and banged the table with this fist, " I think you shouldn't worry about our relationship because I don't consider the people who backstab me as my family. "