Rhaenyra X Mysaria Novels & Stories

I exhaled and rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Not that it matters anyway. Gentlemen, please I would like to speak with Tyrion privately for a minute." "Alright, you can go ahead, my lady." They left and I went down quickly and adjusted close to Tyrion. "What was that about? Why are you telling everyone that I'm a Lycan princess?" "Because that's who you are, and you are already acting towards it. You think I don't know that you have been providing refuge for lone wolves and rogue wolves outside this community?" "I was just trying to help." "That's what leaders do," Tyrion replied. He stretched his arms and held my hand lightly. "Look, Ryanna, the very day I saw you after you were attacked I knew

Rhianna's POV (Two and half years later) "Hey Anne, stay with Peyton," I said to my daughter's caretaker, and also my only friend, as I dropped off my daughter at a small playschool within the castle grounds. "I am going to surprise Theo." I was so happy, I am already bouncing. "Of course, enjoy your time with the Alpha King," she winked as she started to grab toys out of the boxes. "Peyton and I will have a good time, won't we Peyton?"

she called out to the males as Enzo leaned down for Myra to climb on. “You alright, Myra?” Jorah muttered, his nostrils flaring as she shook her head, although jorah's eyes creased with suspicion, the debt of Ruben blood was overwhelming as she shows her hands. “Better than I will ever be, and it’s not my blood but Ruben,” With a tight-lipped smile, she lied as they raced out of the Red Dawn woods, her eyes resolute - she had to get the alpha back no matter what.

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

He really loves me, or he only loves the memory of what I represent, but I refuse to be one more, and I deserve to be valued for who I am; I was not born for him; I am the daughter of an alpha and a princess by lineage, he is the one who has to prove to me that he is worthy of me and until he does I will not be his or anyone else's. I am Hannia Winter, princess of Vellentys, daughter of Alpha Hansen, and Luna Alania, princess of Zanaerys. I am not a simple wolf or witch waiting for his mate; I will not give myself to him; for me, he will have to fight as he has never done before. Chapter 1 FLASHBACK 5 YEARS AGO I still remember it as if it were yesterday, I was sitting in the garden, and lit

Then when she was sure he was asleep they left. Trying not to alert anyone they were leaving she snuck out the window. she threw their bags down on the ground and climbed out and made her way to the forest behind the pack house. She didn't stop running until she was to the border. As soon as she stepped over the border, she spoke the words. "I, Arya Lanette Richardson, declare myself rogue and reject you, Alpha Mitchell Tadius Richardson, as my Alpha and declare myself rogue." She felt the tether snap and she ran.

“You marked me in the dark and then crowned another woman in the light. Tell me, Alpha, what part of that feels right?” A ripple of shock tears through the crowd. Lysentha’s fingers dig into Rhaegon’s arm. “She’s lying,” she says sharply, panic bleeding through the edges of her voice. “She used seduction magic, omega tricks, to confuse you. You felt the bond with me first.” Rhaegon doesn’t even look at her. His gaze never leaves mine. “No,” he says slowly. “I felt something with you.” He finally turns his head, eyes narrowing. “But this, ” He gestures between us, his voice dropping into something raw and dangerous. “This is not what I feel now.”

This is the only choice. Chaos was pacing with me. His claws scraped the back of my mind. My beast didn’t just want her blood, he wanted her light, even if it was going to end in regret for the both of us. I stopped in front of the floor to ceiling window, running a hand through my hair. Soft knocking on my door interrupted my thoughts. The door pushed open and her expensive perfume filled the room. Mira. “Ryan?” She whispered, her steps advancing towards me. Her hand falls on my shoulder, and I finally face her. Her eyes are puffy, but the tears are gone.

I still couldn’t believe that Warrick’s daughter was my mate, kind of ironic how that happened I guess. With the fact that his son had been mated to my sister Leona, thinking back to how pissed off Sean had seemed last night at the revelation that his sister was my mate I could only imagine he would not be supportive of me being Arya’s mate, but it didn’t bother me one bit. I didn’t care what he thought of me, my sister had been betrothed to King Masson’s son, Addrich. It had been an arranged marriage from before they were even born, it was to strengthen our alliance with our northern neighbor and at the time we didn’t have any alliance with Warrick.

"I need her to heal my son! It is what you promised me." "Patience, Rasmus." Yaris laughed. "You waited this long to bring her here. What's a few more hours?" Why was Rasmus working with the elves? Weren't they our enemy? My head swam as all this information was too much for ms to process at once. I fell but before I could hit the ground, someone caught me. I opened my eyes and met the lusty cold gaze of Lord Kain. I stumbled to my feet dusting myself as if I could rid myself of the memories of his hands on me.