Rhaenys Targaryen The Queen Who Never Was Novels & Stories

she said harshly her face devoid of any emotions. "I don't need you anymore witch, I am King Ethan the alpha of this pack and I can take care of my people without your stupid powers, I already have Eleanor, she is the key to destroying King Derek. Your service isn't needed anymore" I said My voice trembled with the weight of my anger, each word dripping with venom.

They also sat down and looked at each other. "Raenerys Lauregnory?" The two old men looked at each other again. Does her name ring the bell? Raenerys couldn't help but think that was the case. "She's the—" "Yes, I am the famous conqueror from the west. I've been slaugthering alphas and dropping packs." she said proudly and unbothered while looking emotionlessly at the two council members. She noticed Nevil glancing at her, but she didn't care. She just wanted to make sure that these two had no choice but to agree to her demands.

NASH’S P.O.V. For a moment I was rooted to the ground. When she had started speaking “I, Jayden Esperanza Whitaker La Gualias, alpha princess of La Gualias clan, reject you, Avinash Singh Randhawa, alpha prince of Shakti clan –” It was Jared’s exclaim and Devi’s gasp that forced me to register what she was saying.

The tray slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a crash, the bowl and pitcher shattering into pieces. “You’re awake,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “I—I need to inform His Majesty immediately.” I stared at her, my heart pounding. “His… Majesty?” She nodded quickly, already backing toward the door. “Alpha King Rhaegar. He asked to be notified the moment you woke.” The words hit me like a punch. Alpha King. Rhaegar. My legs gave out. I collapsed back onto the bed, my hands trembling, my mind spinning. No. No, no, no.

As they left the chamber hand in hand, Raven felt the new mark on her wrist tingle warmly. The Tuatha blood was no longer dormant. And with Morrígan’s touch now woven into Death’s gift, Raven Winterstar was becoming something the world had never seen before. A necromantress. A daughter of ancient gods. A queen in her own right. The realms would soon feel the difference. **The Queen's Shadow** Three days after the wedding, the castle had settled into a new rhythm.

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

My blood turned to ice. Because the name was not Kael. It was not Damien. It was not Elara. It was a name I had never heard before. A name written beside the words: The destined King. Kael looked at the page. “Ariana…” I could not speak. Elara slowly closed the book. “You finally understand.” “Understand what?” She looked directly into my eyes. “You were never supposed to be the Moonborn Queen.” She paused. “You were supposed to be the Queen’s sacrifice.”

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

and here she is again, trying to threaten me like she did years ago. “Tyrion, that Prince already showed up from nowhere and claimed her. Isn't it okay for you to let go of anything and act like you never knew her? If you do, you will get a free mind and will likely forget about her…..” my mother preached like she did years ago. “Whatever happened between the Alpha King, his son, and the royal family of the Snow Moon Pack will have nothing to do with you.” As selfish as she is, she isn't even talking about Eden. In all she's saying, she never mentioned her.

At the bottom, someone had written a name in careful script: Morgana Blackthorne, 1611. "That's not possible," Jasmina said. "Arlene's twenty-four. That painting is…." "Hundreds of years ago." Lyanna tucked it away. "Morgana Blackthorne was the Witch Queen's daughter. Everyone assumed she died during the purge with her mother. But she didn't." Theo wiped blood from his eyes. "She changed her name." "She changed everything. Name, scent, history… like every single thing. She used magic to make herself look different." Lyanna started pacing. "She was eight when her mother died. She spent the next sixteen years planning revenge."