Rhaenyra X Mysaria Novels & Stories

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.”

A scream tore through the night, echoing off the trees, as her body surrendered to the Lycan she had hidden for far too long. Fur black as midnight erupted across her skin, her limbs lengthening, sharpening. Her eyes glowed silver as her fangs bared. The rogues hesitated. Even Leo, bloodied and stunned, went still. Dara. The name echoed in his mind as he watched her his mate, no longer just Aliyah, but the warrior spirit inside her unleashed. With a snarl that shook the trees, she launched herself into the fray. Garrick turned, too late. Her claws tore into him, ripping through skin and muscle. He screamed but it didn’t last long.

Candice orders a witch who quickly kills the werewolf she's fighting with and joins me in my rescue mission. Rayne thought that I was in danger because I was in the battle, but none of us thought that she would be the one who is going to be in danger because she is about to face her worst enemy.

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.

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.

Of course, I was wrong, giving my mate too little credit. The shards that had been suspended in the air were flown towards Draven now, driven by Raya’s power. It went back and forth like that, with the shards gaining more and more momentum as they went from Draven to Raya and back. Eventually, the shards were flung out of the window by Draven, who then pushed us back with an invisible barrier. Raya fought it back with her own, holding her hands out as she pushed this invisible force his way. I could feel the power clashing between them until it exploded, sending us all flying back. In horror, I watched as Raya was flown out of the window. I yelled as I pushed myself off the ground towards th