Rhaenyra X Mysaria Novels & Stories

I paused, sinking back into my seat, my silver eyes locked onto his face. "What is it?" Ronan took a deep breath, his thumb tracing soft circles over the back of my hand. The playful boy from a moment ago was completely gone, replaced by a determined Alpha heir. "I want to claim you, Vexley. I want to make you mine officially. I want my mark on your neck, and I want your scent completely woven into my territory." I pulled my hand back slightly, putting on a perfect mask of fear and worry. "Ronan, we can't do that. What about Princess Thalia? She is your fiancée. She is supposed to be your Luna."

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

But something's missing, I might never get to see Cheyenne again; I'm really going to miss her. LESLEY "Since Ralia has already being corrupted by you, why don't you take her as your mate?" Helen said with a frightened look in her eyes. "So what am I going to get from all of these?" I asked a little bit amused, feeling like teasing them a little bit. "Ralia is a very good girl and I promise she wouldn't cause you any problem" she said. "And she is innocent too, she has never known any man all her live. In fact she has lived all her lives in the Chambers" one of her brothers added.

But, she immediately bowed and left. “It’s all so confusing.” I admitted. “And unbelievable. It makes no sense.” “I’m sure it doesn’t.” The Lycan King stretched to his full height, walking back to the table. I kept my eyes on him. I couldn't notice how effortlessly flawless he looked. “Why is there an old painting of me?” I asked, looking back at the desk where I had left the piece of paper. “Technically, that’s a painting of Queen Serene’s descendant, Lady Aurora.” the Lycan King replied.

“I offer you the chance to choose her lycan. There is one who waits—the spirit of the first female lycan, a warrior of fire and stars. She is old, wise, powerful, and has waited eons to be reborn.” A form began to emerge from the light—sleek, dark brown with white tipped feet and tail like Aries lycan but her fur shimmered with tiny specks of light like a night sky, and her eyes burned bright blue and violet. Her presence was overwhelming—ancient and powerful. Aurora stepped forward, entranced. “She’s… beautiful.” “She is called Nyra,” the goddess said. “And she will serve your daughter well.” Aurora’s voice broke as she nodded, “Then I choose her.”

But then, Rivyn would be reluctant to be apart from his wife. I settled myself down on my bedroll, knowing that I was out of sight and watched as Aurien and Diandreliera stepped out to greet the Fae princes. After a few moments of bowing and curtseying, they followed Aurien’s princess into her tent. Akyran cast his eye around the camp, looking for me, and his body language changed when he saw Ashara. She almost dropped the tray she was carrying, and her expression made my heart ache. She loved him. A muscle in the corner of his jaw worked, and he looked around again, his expression wary, before stepping into the tent. She followed him with her burden, her face desolate.

Her appearance immediately changed, and there was a fright that I retreated. I would never have seen her in that form. Shee quickly approached Raenerys and bit her on the neck, which she moved with her hand. I was scared at those times, so I immediately turned around. My gaze was drawn to the floor. Raenerys is carrying Acheron's child. I failed. That beast should have died. After I looked back at Creseia, who was smearing what was once Raenerys's neck, I immediately came out quietly.

Ronan's POV. The scent of blood clung to the air, thick and metallic. It coated my tongue, filled my lungs. Lyravha. I stood in the temple’s moonlit halls, my sword buried deep in flesh. Warm blood pooled around my fingers, soaking into the cracks of the marble floor. Lysandra’s body sagged against me, her eyes wide, unfocused—empty. No. I ripped the blade free—a sickening slide of steel against bone.

Aria’s heart ached, torn between protecting them and chasing the shadows that had stolen her daughter. A faint wind stirred the courtyard, carrying whispers too subtle for human ears but loud enough for those attuned to the mystical. The black air shimmered, and the dark voice returned, low, cruel, and infinitely distant: “She is mine now… and when the Moon fades, everything you love will be lost.” Aria’s hands shook, but she stood taller. “Not if I live,” she murmured, her voice unwavering. “I will find you, Lyanna. And I will bring you home.”

Then her eyes settle on Mathias and her face pales at his rage. I know what she’s going to do a second before it happens. I think Xander and Devin see it, too. They both let go of Mathias and reach for her. “I, Arya Vetger, Delta of the Blue Crescent Pack, reject you, Devin Laoch, Gamma of the Artemis Pack, and you, Xander Hawthorne, Delta of the Artemis Pack, as my mates.” Devin and Xander crumple to their knees, clutching their chests. Arya begins to fall, but she is caught by Mathias. A feral grin spreads across his face as he looks down at Xander and Devin, clutching each other in their pain.