Novel & Cerita Rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction

**Trigger warning. Proceed with caution. Rae’s POV I’m huddling in a corner, terrified out of my mind. I can hear him coming. Hades. I don’t know how long I have been here. It feels like forever. I know what he wants. He wants an heir. I can’t feel my wolf nor can I reach out to my mates. My heart is shattered. Since he has brought me here, I have cleaned until my fingers bleed. He makes sure that I take a shower or a bath every day. He tells me that I will give him an heir. After all, I am now his little slave. His gorgeous slave, he says.

he blurted out leaning closer to her. Tears were already streaming down Arya's face as Ronald poured out his heart. "There is so much more I want to say but I can't find the right words, this is the first time in my entire life that I'm attracted to someone and i cant look them in the eyes and bodly confess my feelings, yes Arya, I'm attracted to you in the most dangerous way I've ever felt for any woman before, and I know you feel the same way too, but Arya, listen, all we need to do is hang on a little bit, lets fight for this, for us,"

he replied honestly, and she could feel emotions through their bond. Maybe without him, she might have become depressed after finding out something like that. But his unwavering support, and how camly he is handling everything turned out to be her biggest strength in this mess. "Kaiser, I am scared" she confessed. He pulled her into a tight hug. "Don't be. And don't let anyone know about this. You are Kyra from the Silvershade pack, Daughter of Alexander Thorn. And my queen. That's it" he kissed the top of her head.

The air carried tension, not open hostility but wary curiosity. Derek stood at her right as Alpha of Montenegro. Jax remained slightly behind her left shoulder, not as ornament but as presence. Jale took his place near the council circle, silent observer. Raya stepped forward alone. No crown adorned her head. No ceremonial cloak marked her status. She wore simple black, her hair pulled back, her posture relaxed but grounded. “I know why you are uneasy,” she began, her voice carrying clearly without force. “You felt Drail’s claim. You felt my response. You are wondering which version of destiny will win.”

I said smiling at her and handed her the cup with my blood. She took it and looked me in the eyes, "I Arya Knox, princess of Zanaerys, daughter of Alpha Maximo Knox and Luna Hannia Knox accept you my King Alpha Lanox North as my mate and life partner and I accept my bond with the North Clan as their Luna Queen, I promise to be fair and protect them." said Arya and I could not help but raise my head with pride, as she took from the cup, drinking my blood, sealing our union with her words.

Zayn should only dall for her and no one else, especially not a witch. She thought of confronting Aerona, but that wasn't an impressive way of handling things, warning Aerona to stay away from the alpha was a waste of time, that was not just enough to make her listen. She needed a better plan. one which will eliminate Aerona from this kingdom forever, she needed to sabotage whatever relationship they had begun building up, and not just that, but also planned the elimination of Aerona forever. She needed for her to be given a cruel punishment by the alpha, one hat will lead to her death. And end this their love will forever be broken.

His hands were like fire, burning every inch of skin he touched, and at that moment, the thin line between hate and want became blurred. "You're so beautiful, Arianna," Ryker whispered, his elongated fangs grazing my neck in a way that made a knot tighten in my nether region. "So perfect. And you're all mine." I bit my lips so hard I tasted blood, to stop any sound from coming out, but a treacherous whimper escaped my lips. Ryker stopped what he was doing, and his seemed to bore into my soul, as if he could see the very depths of my fear. And then, without another word, he stood up, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

As they approached the port, Raenerys couldn't help but think of what she had seen before they left the north. Acheron is talking to Sera. She couldn't quite figure out how the two had the chance to talk because she was sure it wasn't the first time. What makes Acheron communicate with Sera? Because of that question, she couldn't stop glancing at Sera, who was now excited to land her feet on the sand of the Eastern Region. But even so, she could feel the sharp look in Raenerys' glance at her. Even if she wanted to pay attention, she didn't do it because it might only make her angry. She can't afford to be killed by Raenerys here; even if she wants to submit her own life if Raenerys wants it