Rhaenyra X Reader Novels & Stories

She wanted nothing more than to break the nice and shy facade that Kayla had been using to deceive people in the mansion. She and Kayla had known each other since they were little, and although Anna started working with the Riveras a year ago, she still had to hang around Kayla due to the fact that their parents were close friends. They were the same age and yet they were poles apart. Anna didn't bother faking a whole personality. >>>>>>> -With Arya- “Who is it?” Ryker asked from behind the door. “It's me, Arya, can I come in?” Arya asked in a rushed tone.

The scene before me didn't make sense. Raeliya lay on a table, pale and still, her eyes closed. Chase stood over her, holding her limp body, his face twisted with something that looked like horror. On the floor nearby, a hooded figure lay unconscious Morgan. I recognized her even in the dim light. "What did you do?" The words came out low and dangerous. Chase looked up and his face went pale. "Kaelric—" I didn't let him finish. I crossed the distance in two steps and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the wall. His head cracked against the wood but I didn't care. I didn't care about anything except the rage flooding through me.

" Two of my men advanced, their touch gentle on her. They carried her into the middle of the room, all eyes upon her. But only mine mattered. The spark between us was fierce and electric, something no other human could feel. I spoke low, doing it for her alone. "This is Lyra of Ravengarde. The last of her line. By conquest and force of will, she is mine… my spoils, my property." I did not look away from her eyes. "Every breath she ever draws again is by my permission. Never you forget that." She hardened herself, her heart pounding in her throat so rapidly I could clearly see it. Refusal flamed in her eyes like fire, and she glared at me.

Rhea's POV My body is crying in pleasure that I didn't even know what he was talking about, "Say that you are mine and mine alone," he commanded and at his words, the hairs on my back stood erect making my legs go weak. However, unknowingly I leaned into his arms but before I could say a word, Daemon lifted my face, his eyes were dark and filled with lust. Leaning forward, his lips came crashing down. "Here you are, bro, you have a visitor,"

He grumbled, accepting the glass, and of course, Ariana was secretly thrilled by his jealousy. "You need to hold off on the bear face every time you come past Hael. I'm pretty sure I've lost a friend because of your glaring," Ariana paused for a moment, " Actually, shouldn't Rick be back by now?" Turning on her heel, she jogged inside and up the stairs to the bathroom. As she leaned against the door, listening for any noise, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, someone's hot breath making her body break out in goosebumps. Hael had followed her up the stairs and now stood directly behind her, the heat radiating off his bare chest short-circuiting her brain, rendering Ariana speechl

Alarmed, Asty slowly crouched in the corner to peek. There he was, the once faceless Count of Erana. Once. Because from that day forward when he made his identity known, he was no more faceless. Chaol Dreemur XII is the literal meaning of divine perfection. Asty's face softened upon realizing that it was only him. The count had been inside the library this whole time, reading a book under the moonlight. No candles, no chairs. He was merely standing, leaning at the bookshelves with a calm expression on his face as he read the novel in his hands.

Ryder snarls, making her look up at him as her eyes growing wide with anger. “I knew mutts were known to have bad manners, get your hands off me you brute! I’m Princess Freya of the Hale Kingdom, and I was sent here by Alpha Raven’s mate to protect her.” Our mate bares her fangs at Ryder, making me step closer realizing she’s a vampire.

His fingers traced patterns on my inner thigh, moving higher, teasing, making me squirm with anticipation. "Please," I heard myself whimper, not even sure what I was begging for. More. Everything. Anything. "Please what?" he asked, his mouth leaving my breast to look up at me, his eyes meeting mine with dark intensity. "Tell me what you want, Rhaena." "You," I breathed. "I want you. All of you." Something flashed in his eyes - satisfaction, desire, possession. A darkness that promised he was going to give me exactly what I was asking for and so much more.

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

"But let's do it anyway." Something that might have been a smile flickered across his face, there and gone so fast I might have imagined it. We walked into the house together, his hand on the small of my back, guiding me. People were already mingling, drinking, talking. The reception was starting. And I was officially Myra Theon. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. So I am now Myra Zyran Theon. Fuck.