Rhaenys Targaryen The Queen Who Never Was Novels & Stories

He tried to appease her as much as possible and not to let emotions shine through her face. "Forgive me, my lord, but Taryn Fahan is not a lady," Taront interjected, looking at the lord grimly. "She was crowned queen by twelve lords of Elder as soon as King Rothbert's heart stopped beating." Elhiàs' face lit up, his gaze became warmer, and he turned to Taryn, looking her straight in the eye. A slight hint of a smile on the mouth. Does all this amuse him? Thought the queen.

She slammed her hand down on the war table. “But we are not broken.” Her magic pulsed beneath the floor. “We are the blood of kings. The children of a fallen realm that refused to die. And I—Elianna Orenda Valemont—am the Queen of Xaerath.” A soft murmuring spread among the court—shock, awe, and rising pride. Elliot smiled faintly, a hand resting over his sword hilt. Drakonios said nothing—but his heart… his heart roared.

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

They all stop when they got to the castle halls. “This is the royalty hall. This is where the previous kings and queens’ portrait are hanged,” the woman ask “Who are you?” Isolde ask “I am Queen Maren,” the woman said “Where is Queen Maria?” Daniel ask “My grandmother is dead long ago,” Queen Maren said “Dead?” Daniel ask “Yes,” Queen Maren said “How are we going to ask now if she is dead?” Arthur said “My grandmother has been dead for over a century now. She gave birth to a baby girl named Elaine and that is my mother who gave birth to me,” Queen Maren said

Thirty minutes for them to explain what the hell is going on. "Come on, let's go sit over there." She leads me towards the living room. Reece, Aaron and Reece's dad follow behind us. We all sit and they give me weird looks not saying anything for a while until Reece decides to break the silence. "Do you believe in werewolves Morgana?" He asks gazing intensely at me. "What, like from the movies?" I ask with a tilt of my head. "Well, not exactly but yeah from the movies." He says.

“She has dishonored her bloodline. Betrayed her own. She has conceived a child with our enemy—the one who has spilled our pack’s blood without mercy.” He didn’t look at me as he said it. Not once. “From this day forth,” he continued, voice cold as steel, “she is no longer under this pack’s protection. Her name, her title, and her right to call herself Moonbane… are stripped.” The world stopped. Stripped of everything. My name. My place. My worth. A sob tore at my throat, but I held it in… barely. Aunt Ysara stood to the side, her arms folded, face a blank mask carved from ice. I met her eyes once. She didn’t flinch.

Because the game had opened her, she asked, voice small: “Tell me about your family.” Even the floating flames seemed to pause. Vaelrion turned toward the edge of the terrace, where the mountain’s darkness plunged into a sea of glittering stars. My mother was Queen Aelthira, he said softly. The last great female of my kind. Stronger than most kings, kinder than they deserved. Lyra listened, breath hushed. She died bringing my sister into the world. The confession fell heavily between them. “I’m sorry,” Lyra whispered. A faint, painful smile curved his lips. You say that as though you knew them.

Her whisper was soft, barely audible. Jayce swallowed thickly, anger at every deity pulsing through him. She didn't deserve this, not being bound to the Lord of Death. "Titania, the Queen of the Unseelie, the Queen of Air and Darkness. The bride of Death."

A Wolf Without a Pack Jax arrived at the war hall the next morning, bloodied and breathless. “I found her,” he said. “Who?” Ava asked. “The Second Queen.” He pulled out a silver feather—twisted with black veins. “Her name is Nyra. And she’s not born. She’s remembered. By every timeline that ended in fire.” Kael stepped forward. “What does she want?” “To erase the Trials. To undo the crown. To make Ava’s rise never happen.” Lucien’s voice was low. “She wants to make Ava the queen who never was.”

Luca had been caged in the bubble since twenty years ago, he was given birth to, by the Queen of the Virgo court. It was hell collided with cold when Alix got the news that she gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. She was so sad when she realized her son will be killed to avoid bringing calamity to the institution and the world as a whole. Fortunately, she has the power to made him to be in cage.