Rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Of course, I was wrong, giving my mate too little credit. The shards that had been suspended in the air were flown towards Draven now, driven by Raya’s power. It went back and forth like that, with the shards gaining more and more momentum as they went from Draven to Raya and back. Eventually, the shards were flung out of the window by Draven, who then pushed us back with an invisible barrier. Raya fought it back with her own, holding her hands out as she pushed this invisible force his way. I could feel the power clashing between them until it exploded, sending us all flying back. In horror, I watched as Raya was flown out of the window. I yelled as I pushed myself off the ground towards th

She was in the corridor before she let herself think about it about yes delivered in the serious stillness, about a twelve-hundred-year-old law written by someone who understood that these arrangements had a tendency to become something the framework never planned for. About a vampire prince who had known that and had given her the unilateral choice anyway. She was halfway back to the residential wing when her phone buzzed. Demi. Priya just told me something. Come to the common room when you're done. You know, it's about the restricted section. Nora read it twice. Then she turned and walked faster.

Raven gathered her courage and spoke, her voice steady and clear: “My father was the High Priest of Arcadia Prime, and my mother was an Archdruid. I grew up surrounded by stories of magic and the old ways… but I never saw a fae as a child. So I have to ask — are the legends true? The Tuatha Dé Danann… do they really exist?” Lirael’s gaze dropped to the silver oak leaf pendant resting at Raven’s throat — the one from her mother, still humming with faint druidic protection charms. The Fae Princess smiled, warm and knowing, as though she could feel the ancient magic woven into the metal.

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

I paused, sinking back into my seat, my silver eyes locked onto his face. "What is it?" Ronan took a deep breath, his thumb tracing soft circles over the back of my hand. The playful boy from a moment ago was completely gone, replaced by a determined Alpha heir. "I want to claim you, Vexley. I want to make you mine officially. I want my mark on your neck, and I want your scent completely woven into my territory." I pulled my hand back slightly, putting on a perfect mask of fear and worry. "Ronan, we can't do that. What about Princess Thalia? She is your fiancée. She is supposed to be your Luna."

In my past life, Draken Vorgath—clan leader of the dragons—had been cold and aloof, and he'd never laid a hand on Arya. Still, I would try talking to him and asking for an heir. As long as I conceived, it wouldn't matter if he loathed sharing my bed again. If he refused… I bit my lips as my fingers brushed the pills I'd readied, hidden in my sleeves. One way or another, I would carry his heir, even if I had to drug him. As the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and Draken walked in. My breath caught. No one had warned me how striking he was!

But conversations stopped whenever I passed, Whispers followed me. "They say she broke a silver chain" "they say the Council fears her" "they say she's from the lost bloodline"I kept walking.Rumors spread faster than free specially inside a pack a familiar voice called my name. "Nyra." I turned It was Rowan One of Ironfang's strongest warriors a few months ago he had openly called me a rogue stray now he was bowing his head slightly not fully but enough a sign of respect "Good morning, Luna."The title still felt strange I nodded "Morning. "

The ripple of fear and curiosity moved like a wave through the crowd. "My bad," Rhaenan said lazily, though the reluctance in his voice was obvious. He wove his fingers through the air, and his wings shimmered before disappearing, cloaked by his magic. Without them, he appeared human—except for his pointed ears, which still gave him away. Caelora, however, continued to draw more attention. Her ethereal beauty stood out against the drab surroundings, her skin almost light blue, like porcelain in the sunlight. She looked like she had stepped out of a dream or some ancient painting.

She screamed and pushed me a little to walk ahead of me. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. I had to cool down. Anger was going to make me weak. I needed the aggression and determination for the actual competition. I had another reason to give my best. To show Ava that blood wasn't only factor in deciding who gets to the powerful position. Outside the ladies's chamber, our mates were waiting for us. Alpha Tyrion looked so devilishly handsome in his silver blue armour and a huge sword. He took my hand in his and planted a kiss on the back of my palm.

she insists. I shake my head, avoiding her. I leave the room and find solace in another. The next day, Rhaena Krystabella is gone, but she left a letter declaring her intention to return. She states that she won't give up until I realize that she's still the one. Yet, I'm determined now. Krystal Miranda is the one I love. So, I hastily arrange everything. Since morning, I've been preparing food for Krystal at the falls. I trust that she will come. She smiled at the idea, even though she didn't explicitly confirm her attendance. Nevertheless, I believe she will be there.