Rhaenyra Targaryen Novels & Stories

The air down here is thick with damp stone and despair, but it’s the sight of her that chokes him: Raven, the High Priest’s daughter, chained like a beast, half-naked and broken, her snow-white hair matted with blood, sharp blue eyes swollen shut behind bruises that bloom like dark flowers. She was smiling once. That day on the pilgrim road—small hand clutching his sleeve, sharp eyes wide with trust. "Stay," she’d mouthed, and he had. Followed her into camp because she was the last spark of light from a family he’d revered. The Winterstars: Archdruid mother, High Priest father, pillars of Arcadia Prime. And Raven, their winter star, who laughed like bells and made even war-weary soldiers sof

"What command did my wolf give you yesterday? Bow on your knees and submit to Vaelira before the second hour! Did your she-wolf obey?" I glanced up lazily, my golden eyes unbothered as I adjusted my satchel strap. "And my beast is expected to bow simply because a female barks? Who do you think you are in this dominion?" "Who am I?" Nythra threw her head back, her laugh echoing off the stone pillars. "I am Nythra—daughter of the Ravencrest war-clan of Darkmere Crossing! And I am the betrothed mate of the future High Alpha!"

It was so bad that we started avoiding our own home at a point. If I believed in diviners, I would have sent her to one. Ameera would tear the pillows, slash the pictures with a knife and generally destroy anything that came her way. This has happened since the day Arya died. Two months after Arya's death, it became obvious that Ameera wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We started locking her in the attic every Tuesday before she woke up. We would put her breakfast, lunch and even dinner in there and only bring her out on Wednesday morning. Sometimes it felt like there was a spell cast on her whenever she woke up on a Tuesday morning.

"We all play different roles in your lives. Every one of us has a purpose. You and Thea, will one day become great rulers, who will protect the innocents. The people you had to kill in your past life, now you will get a chance to protect them" I notice that she is slowly disappearing in front of me. Her image is becoming less and less clear by the minute. "You" I point my finger towards her. "I know King Darius, I know the moment I reveal these things, I will be called back to the place where I belong. I wanted to be a mother to my daughter for a little longer. But not at the cost of her safety. Be careful Darius. He is coming for her" she completely disappears from in front of us.

Summer squirmed under his touch, the Old man had wrinkly too pale skin. But he could see it. He could see what led him straight to her. Her eyes. Rich pools of molten gold that seemed to swirl beneath their depth. She was thin and scrawny. "Who would have thought..." He murmured as everyone around watched the two of them silently. He gathered himself quickly and turned to his men. "Take her to the carriage. We leave tonight." He ordered and Rhaegal frowned. "It's too late. The roads aren't safe."

I could instantly see that something about that question made him very uncomfortable at that moment, “The truth about her parents,” I stared at him questioningly, “Her parents are dead,” shaking his head he clenched his jaw as a deep frown spread across his face, “No, they’re not,” and I could only stare at him as confusion set in. He sighed once before continuing, “Alpha Warrick and Luna Blythe weren’t Arya’s real parents,” My eyes instantly widened in disbelief, “What?” “Her real mother is Luna Aster,” clenching my jaw I cocked my head as I stared at him in shock,

replied Cayla, "You are not a bad choice, and yet it still doesn't feel right to you," said Gwen, "I know mum, but I do have this feeling that the seat is not meant for me, and with Claudia now making demands, I doubt my abilities as a leader," replied Cayla, "What does she want with Necromancers?" Asked Gwen, "We have found rather striking information about Aubrey, And with that Claudia is planning to build an army for herself," said Cayla. * * * *

I try not to glare at him now that I know he’s trying to ship Bella off to one of those ruthless men who will eat her alive. In his role as the sovereign, Hades moves from my side to his right. Ryen, the general, is seated to his left. Hades is on a par with him in terms of power, but Ryen plays a more important function that involves protecting the brotherhood rather than coordinating between the clan and the chambers. He has a line of information that rivals others and is aware of the appropriate individuals to bribe, most likely as a result of his extensive network throughout the country. Ryen has been around since the time of his father and has consistently done his part despite being i

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

“Have you seen the latest episode of House of the Dragons?” Jordan asked as we walked through the little relaxation centre outside the hospital, trying to find the perfect place to stay. “I haven’t. I’ve been a little busy lately.” I answered, sighing in regret. “Well, the crowned princess Rhaenyra has married Prince Daemon,” he revealed. My eyes grew wide. I had only missed an episode since the show started, and now I felt way behind. “Oh shit, no way! I have to watch it when I get home.”