Rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 1: The Contract in the Dark Raven Winterstar had always believed the world was kind. At eight years old, she lived in a sprawling estate perched on the emerald edge of Arcadia Prime, where sunlight filtered through ancient canopy trees like golden honey. Her mother, the Archdruid, taught her the secret songs that made flowers bloom out of season. Her father, High Priest of the realm, carried her on his shoulders through moonlit gardens, whispering stories of gods and guardians. Raven's snow-white hair fell in long waves down her back, and her sharp blue eyes sparkled with the kind of joy that made even the sternest sentinels smile. She never wanted for anything. Every day felt like a

TYRION. “I'm not going home with you. The driver can take you home since your parents aren't even asking for you." I retorted at Ava, who stood still staring at me. I was drunk. I did it to myself intentionally. How dare that Alpha Prince show up to claim to be Eden's lover? Were they truly dating? Ava tried to hold me, but I resisted. “Don't lay your hands on me. I have to be alone.” “We can still go back home, and you will be alone. You engaged me today and wouldn't want to spend time with me, huh?" She scratched her head and came forward again.

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.

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 it made the blood drain from his face. He read it again. And again. Finally, he whispered the words aloud. “The last heir must never awaken.” The archivist stared at him. “Alpha?” Kael slowly closed the book. His mind went straight to Nyra. The silver eyes. The strange visions. The way her wolf reacted. The way the rogue had looked at her. He suddenly understood why Riven wanted her. Why the Council feared her. Why everyone kept trying to erase her past. Kael stood. “I need this room cleared.”

I lowered my voice as I continued stepping on his toes, “Imagine how efficient and faster it would be.” Rhys just stared at me for a second. “Be quiet.” I ignored him. “If we remove her quietly, nobody would know…” The bedroom door opened, cutting me short. Nyra stepped out. She was dressed in a spaghetti hand flowing dress and her hair packed in a bun with minimal make up in her face. She looked between us suspiciously. “What were you talking about?” Rhys shook his head, looking just as star struck as I was. Her eyes narrowed but she let it go.

she tells her with a fake smile. “Why don’t you join us in our table, Celia?” Stacy tries to pull her in her circle of friends by grabbing her by the arm. Stacy is the Gamma’s daughter. She is the second best Lorcan’s potential mate next to Celia. Celia gave Stacy a small smile. “I’m sorry, Stacy. I came here with my friend Raven.” Raven gave them all an uneasy smile when their attention turned to her. Stacy and her friends forces a fake smile when they saw the outfit she wore here.

So she made her way towards the other end of the table. Balthasar and Tasha are glaring at Valerie. Even Balthasar wanted to marry his daughter to the Raven prince. The Raven's are the richest and the most powerful clan. Maintaining a good relationship with Raphael will be profitable for him. But Valerie came and is ruining his plans. He doesn't want to offend the Raven prince, but his hatred for the Ernest princess made him lose control of his temper.

She walked to the horizontal pole and began spreading each clothes out to the sun. Till today, she still can't forget how much the news had hurt. Her heart had torn from her chest, it had broken to shreds and pieces. She'd walked to her bedroom and cried the rest of the day away. She'd always known that her love for him stood no chance at all. He's a king, and she's a slave. He's king Ryker and she's Lyra, the daughter of King Valen. It's a love that's forbidden from all angles and she knew that there's no hope. But it didn't make it hurt less at all.