Rhaenyra X Mysaria Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” I tried to breath under his hands. “I’m no one… I mean I…I’m... ma…a maid from the black moon pack” I stammered. “What?” he glared. “Your highness I just want to get revenge on them” “Who!” “Miss Arya and Alpha Jake!” he released me immediately and I gasped, trying to breath.

“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.

Raven squeezed her fingers, eyes still fixed on the scroll. “I always thought my power was just survival,” she said quietly. “A way to stop being hunted. But this… this says I was meant to change things. To decide the fate of realms.” She looked up at Victoria, a mix of awe and determination in her sharp blue eyes. “Morrígan called me a bridge. I think I finally understand what that means.” Victoria leaned in and kissed her — slow, grounding, full of love and quiet strength. “Then we’ll be the bridge together,” she whispered. “Necromantress and Blood Princess. Scion and Heir. Wife and Wife.”

Building my empire by getting married to Myra and making Tiara my Luna. It had been a perfect plan until it wasn't. And it seems there is so much more to Myra than the eyes see. Now I am trapped between two women I need and want.

I ask. A silence. Then the Marshal answers, "Your hand. To King Rhael of Tharros." The words land like a blow, but I do not flinch. I had suspected as much—no other coin is valued by kings as highly as their daughters. "And if I refuse?" The old scholar clears his throat. "The war continues. The losses will mount. There is no guarantee we would survive another winter." "So you would barter me for peace," I say, not bothering to soften the accusation.

When I finished, Maren rose without a word, crossed to a small chest tucked beneath the window, and brought out a mural rendered on cracked, ancient canvas. The same one she had shown me the day I arrived, though I hadn't seen the full picture in my exhausted state. It was a mural of warriors of every kind standing shoulder to shoulder beneath a blood-red moon: wolf, bear, Lycan, painted in old, careful detail, and at the very center, a woman with silver-white hair, her hand raised toward the sky. "Her name was Selene," Maren said quietly. "The last true Moon-Blood Seer this kingdom knew. I believe, though I can't prove it with anything but an old woman's instinct, that she is the piece of s

Asty grinned and tiptoed behind her, trailing as she continued to walk, a big smile on her face. The maid was the only woman in Chaol's castle, and Asty had made the final decision that today will be the day that she will finally ask her to be buddies. The maid was a Night Hallow. She would sleep in the morning and do her tasks at night. She was a woman with chestnut-colored hair and crimson eyes, just like the rest. She was a calm and composed young lady. She also looked like around her age, of course, this is only an assumption. Night Hallows age very slowly, so she may have been a few years older than her.

“Then you also know you cannot escape what’s coming. Lycus rules Lunaris. So I suggest you cooperate.” Aria’s heart pounded violently. This would not end well. She felt it in her bones, yet she clung to a flicker of hope. “What exactly did Lycus order you to do?” Canice thought of his sister waiting desperately for surgery. And he thought of Sandra, now legally mated to Lycus. Aria would never be Luna now. Aria had no power, no bloodline behind her. Sandra, however, was Lycus’s official mate.

Either way, there was no sunlight that came out; as there were also no windows. It's almost strange that I didn't get anything such as fear; maybe because I have already experienced this before. But then I can't help but wonder, why am I always the one to be kidnapped? I looked around my surroundings, and found myself in company. "Oh?" I looked directly at the person who's also tied up beside me, sitting on a chair. "What a coincidence," I said, looking at the unconscious woman beside me, who's nothing more, nothing less other than Aviana Quincy. Luca Giovanni's POV