Rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He leaned against the table and pinned his obscenely intense stare on me. Ria paced to and fro inside my head, increasing my sexual excitement— our sexual excitement. 'Calm down, Ria." I muttered, but did she? I was kidding myself to think she would listen. "Better get ready for me tonight, Ocean. You will see another side of Alpha Adrian Silverthorn." My breath hitched, but that didn't stop me from replying. "And you will see another side of Aria kyncaid." I promised, matching his intense gaze.

He knows now that I am- "YOU!!!!" Suddenly I hear a headstrong, fierce, stormy roar vibrating the walls of the room. I look up and see an infuriating version of hotty which is not at all hot. His long finger is pointed at me, his pale furious face makes him look like an angry Voldemort with a nose. And hair. Ryan’s jaw is clenched in rage, his eyebrows are drawn together giving him a villain look, his eyes are throwing flame rockets at me. Overall he looks flaming mad.

“She’s all yours now, Alpha Eric. You can do as you please.” Eric’s grin had returned. “Perfect.” He placed Maddy to stand before walking up to me tracing a finger along my chin. I bit down the bile, my eyes almost swarming with tears that were born from anger, humiliation. If I ever find a way out of this pact, I’d hunt Tristan Banewolff. “For refusing me earlier, Kyra. Get down on your knees.” Eric ordered. My will to fight off his order was strong, but my body was fighting against me. The strain of my refusal cinched a band around my chest.

" Two of my men advanced, their touch gentle on her. They carried her into the middle of the room, all eyes upon her. But only mine mattered. The spark between us was fierce and electric, something no other human could feel. I spoke low, doing it for her alone. "This is Lyra of Ravengarde. The last of her line. By conquest and force of will, she is mine… my spoils, my property." I did not look away from her eyes. "Every breath she ever draws again is by my permission. Never you forget that." She hardened herself, her heart pounding in her throat so rapidly I could clearly see it. Refusal flamed in her eyes like fire, and she glared at me.

So without even thinking it through I pulled away from him completely, and this time he didn't try and pull me back, I could see the deep concern on his face, “No,” I breathed, “My place is here, with my brother,” I said as I got up and took two steps back and away from him. His brows furrowed as he stared at me in shock, “You are not tied to Sean, Arya… You are tied to me,” He said as a sense of need and urgency infiltrated him.

she said triumphantly. Tears burned Rayna’s cheeks, her chest tight. "You … you cannot be with her, Darius. "Come back, don’t leave!" Rayna fell, collapsing, feeling blood run between her legs. Darius stared at her, full of Alpha anger, yet his hand stayed in place. He simply observed, as if testing Rayna’s limits. Rayna slipped, trying to chase Darius and Laura again, but her body was weak, her head pounding. She fell to the floor, blood flowing from her temple. Yet amid the darkness, her determination remained.

“Is that why you set me up to marry with Mr. Brail; drugged me and framed me for climbing on his bed, so that you can pay your huge debt?” “Really, want to know why they did that and what happened to Vanessa after you broke up?” The words said by Arya this morning occupied Eon’s mind even when attending his business. He already investigated the incident and confirmed that Bethany aka Arya willingly went into his room and seduced him.

I changed her into that and tucked her in bed. "Rhaegar," she called, still half asleep. "Hmm," "I like you... I like you a lot," she confessed, and I kissed her forehead. "I like you too," She snuggled closer to me, and I held her, breathing in her lovely Autumn scent. Nalya's POV I stirred and slowly opened my eyes. I wasn't in my room. It was Prince Rhaegar's room. What was I doing here? I had no recollection of the previous night.

She didn’t belong here. My hands tightened on the balcony railing as I fought the urge to leap forward. The pain in my shoulder flared in response to Rhaegon’s presence, searing, erotic, primal. I pressed my back to the wall, willing myself to stay hidden, but my body had other ideas. Rhaegon’s gaze swept the room, commanding, piercing, and then it landed on Lysentha. His wolf growled low in his throat. “No,” he muttered under his breath. “This isn’t right.”