Rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

Bryant was going to live, his wound would take him some time before it could heal up. "The only reason you lost today." I said in ragged breath, I put in all my strength into this fight, my survival depended on it. "Was because you underestimated me." I bend down and place one knee on the ground as I look into alpha Bryant eyes without fear, he was glaring hard at me but he still couldn't move. "Don't you," I said in a dangerous voice, full of authority. "Ever look down on me again, I'm Aria Greyson, alpha Draven only daughter." With that I knocked him out by kicking him hard on his face.

Lyra's POV: Talon was and will always remain my first love. I fell in love with Xander at first sight and Clegane, I loved the way he looked at me. I decided not to sulk about love anymore, it is after all my destiny to be Thalia's maid till I die. I hopped down from the pile of sacks onto the ground, and dusted off the dust on my clothes. Taking a deep breath I pushed the door open and stepped outside the storage room, then made my way back to the gathering.

Beta Briana and I yelled in unison. “I said, Rayna!” Nora whispered, “Goddess, it has to be her.” “What are you saying, Nora?” Brian gave her body a little shake. “Rayna wanted to leave the palace. That’s why she was there the other day. She wanted my help in the escape. I don’t understand… How did she even manage to get her hands on that cloak?” My beast who was happy a few minutes back because it felt light after sharing everything with Nora, now it was spiraling out of control.

Although the reaction she expected was completely different from what she got. She had received a hateful glare from the person in question. “Ryker’s wife is so sweet~” “Exactly, if it was me; I’d slap that idiot.” “Don’t be so violent, Hana...” “I wonder what’s wrong with the Laurens, how could they let their wild animal of a daughter cause trouble at an engagement party?” “A party personally hosted by the Riveras... I wish I had her confidence.” With each passing comment, the glare Arya received from the person on the floor intensified.

Ryder snarls, making her look up at him as her eyes growing wide with anger. “I knew mutts were known to have bad manners, get your hands off me you brute! I’m Princess Freya of the Hale Kingdom, and I was sent here by Alpha Raven’s mate to protect her.” Our mate bares her fangs at Ryder, making me step closer realizing she’s a vampire.

Like he never looked too closely at what it was made of. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he chose not to. I push the thought down. This isn't the moment for it. "Tell me again," I say. "What you are. What this place made you." Nyra turns to look at me. In the ruin's pale light, Kael Draven's careful restraint-trained mate is something else entirely. The silver in her hair catches the light of the markings on the stone, and for a moment she looks less like a woman standing in a clearing and more like something the clearing grew around.

She tossed it onto the bed next to my head. "You're mine, Finn Dalton. No matter who or what you become - a cripple, a monster, or a liar - I love you anyway. Even your most beloved Rhea cannot do that." I didn't answer. It was stupid to do so. THE GALA: 8:00 PM RHEA'S POV

I need to find him. Rayne did not just secure me with a small strand of her hair, she also allowed me to drink from her blood; she made me invincible when it comes to an attack from another vampire, only black magic witches can attack me. She even gave some of her blood to the leaders of vampires and werewolves to secure them. She wanted to help in any way. I still can’t believe how she wanted to be on the battlefield. I could have never allowed that. She would be the main target of our rival. They would want to rip her into pieces.