Rhaenyra X Mysaria Novels & Stories

Every time one of them touched her—every time they lifted her arm or brushed her hair back—my wolf snarled inside me. *“Don’t let them touch her.”* “They’re helping her. That’s not how this works.” *“Then make it work.”* I gripped the edge of the doorframe so hard that the wood cracked under my hand. Cain appeared beside me, his voice low. “You’re acting strange, Rhaegar.” I didn’t look at him. “Focus on your duties, Beta.” He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “As you say, Your Majesty.”

Valor smiled, "You really are something, wish I had some of that magic though." Aynyra chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck, "There is something I have to tell you though." He grabbed her hand sympathetically, "What is it?" "You know Nira? Well, she has magic. Her real name is Rhaenyx Maltalor and she's an assassin. I met her a while back in the streets, she and her friend Kaia showed me some kindness and helped me out. She was so powerful back then, I mean physically skilled. The greatest fighter I ever met. When she turned up at the palace and married our father, I didn't know how to react. Then I went to her room, she kissed me, or well, we kissed. Then just recently I found her by th

Draven’s hand clenched into a fist, still silent and Ronan’s voice became sharper. “And now you find Calista’s pendant in the middle of all this.” Draven looked away. “That proves nothing.” Ronan stared at him and then shook his head. “No.” His voice dropped. “It proves you’re still trying not to see it.” Draven’s eyes flashed but he did not argue because part of him feared Ronan was right. Far away inside the Lycan palace, Nyra sat beside a window. Rain fell outside and she watched the drops hit the glass and her hands rested over her stomach.

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 said triumphantly. Tears burned Rayna’s cheeks, her chest tight. "You … you cannot be with her, Darius. "Come back, don’t leave!" Rayna fell, collapsing, feeling blood run between her legs. Darius stared at her, full of Alpha anger, yet his hand stayed in place. He simply observed, as if testing Rayna’s limits. Rayna slipped, trying to chase Darius and Laura again, but her body was weak, her head pounding. She fell to the floor, blood flowing from her temple. Yet amid the darkness, her determination remained.

Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging. Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Chase Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Danica Green (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Isabella Frome (friend). Arya Silver Age: 17 Race: Werewolf Rank: Rogue Physical description: 5’7ft tall, hourglass athletic body, long straight black hair, round brown eyes, heart-shaped face, pointy nose with heart-shaped full lips.

The thought brought the crumbled knight of midnight to her mind, and she tucked him away in a place reserved for very few, a little corner of her heart right next to Melanie. Tristan had tried to help her, and she had surely killed him. Andrew had settled the sleeping Naomi onto Ruby by the time Elaine finished picking up their few scattered belongings. “Let’s go.” The knight ordered. Andrew followed behind Elaine in the silence of the night, shut up by her very evident hostility. The band moved down a new path, onto a road that looked much like the one they had just left. This dirt road that stretched in front of them led towards the south into the heart of the shadow lands of Artharia. It

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.