Rhea Targaryen Novels & Stories

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

"You don't know that for sure!" "But I do, JD! When Raya died, I casted a spell on her next life. I casted this." Arthur furiously approached me to try and kill me but I didn't even flinched. A strong barrier around me appeared with its violet aura preventing Arthur in killing me. Arthur continues to explain, "She's Raya's reincarnation. Even her heart is Raya's- It's the only thing keeping her alive!" "She's Lyanna. She developed some sort of personality over the years- just like her father predicted!" JD reasons out

"If you pull one strand of his hair! You will regret it! " Riya looked at him bewildered that her husband could have the guts to slap her. "King Arthur what did you do? King Arthur are you asking for my wrath? Are you asking for my wrath?! Because I will give it to you. I am Riya Morgana the only daughter of the sea. I will so swallow you up and drown you if you are not careful. Be careful. I will not warn you again." The sea witch walked to her own throne. She sat on the was vacant seat ever since the king's mother's death.

She dropped the tray she had carried into the dining room and took off the apron she had on. She was on her way to Reece's room when someone pulled her into a room. It was so unexpected that she didn't pull away in time. It was Sarah. "What do you want?" She asked impatiently. "That's what I would like to ask you. Rhea, heir to the Silverwolf pack and daughter of traitors Alpha Gilbert and Luna Rita." Rhea was in shock and she could barely stop her jaw from dropping. Today of all day was the day that this fat cow would find out the truth about her identity?

Add 3/4 of awesome fashion sense, 4/4 of social awesomeness and finally the last ingredient wads of money and lots of cars. Put it in the oven and bake and voila, your own personal Jake Grayson Ashe. Character details 1.Name: Tara Deidre Morgenstern. Age: Sixteen and half. Birthday: Valentine's Day. Species: Angel, Vampire and Witch. Eye colour: Sea blue with red spots. Mate:Jake Grayson Ashe. 2.Name:Anastasia Morgenstern (Tara's Grandmother) Age:Fifty five Birthday: 3rd March,.... Species: Witch. (Queen of witches)

“You have an army. You have the mist. You have me. Well, you had me. However, you still chose to go after her. Why, if you didn't, you would have not lost all the power that you have.” “Call it curiosity or mistake that I made. Call it the anger that I felt towards myself at the fact that I lost her, that I believed you when it came to my daughter being dead.” I turned from him, hiding the subtle twitch in my fingers. “She’s stronger than I anticipated. And love, it makes people desperate. She's not like Sienna though she is also my daughter. She does not carry the same fire. Sienna is weak. She was raised to submit and raised to stand back. Her body is strong, however she's not as fierce. D

"The former member of the Blue Blood Pack who ended up in the Night Warriors Pack after he became a mate to Divine Rogers. The omega who killed your sister Marvie with the help of his mate." Haria was stunned after hearing Ram's answer to her question. She couldn't answer immediately when she heard that it was Jacob who was holding her son. But in some parts of her mind, she somewhat felt relieved because she knew that Jacob would take good care of Christian. After all, he was also his son. Christian was the result of the great love they once had for each other back then.

I need to go back with Pharaoah and Pakstan. My guard nods and retreats to join Ruslan. “Auntie!” I freeze, the phone nearly clattering to the ground at the small voice. My head jerks to the left, and my gaze lands on my nephew's little face. On his dreamy green eyes and delicate features. Gareth. He's a few feet away, smiling at me with pure innocence, showing his baby teeth. Sh-t. Fvck. My eyes frantically search around. If he’s here, Reina is too. Pharaoah and Pakstan cannot, under any circumstances, know she exists. Especially Pharaoah. He would destroy me and her.

Maybe that's what I deserve. ******** Rachel I entered the inside not thinking much about this mere conversation with Daniel, yeah it's true that he once was my best friend, someone who was older than me yet someone with whom felt deeply connected, he was someone who always protected me when someone at school bullied me, because of silence and introverted nature, even without knowing the fact that we are someone connected we were connected, he was my protector, someone with I shared all my secret, because I know he will hurt me even unintentionally. But things change drastically when my mom died when I was fifteen. I don't know from where my father, whom I never knew came in taking in his ho

The pendant pulsed, once, in agreement. Rael hesitated then nodded sharply. “Stay close to me.” RAEL The girl in the infirmary couldn’t have been more than sixteen. Her body arched violently against the cot, silver light leaking from her eyes and mouth like breath in winter. Two healers struggled to hold her down. Her mother sobbed in the corner, bond-thread flickering visibly between them—thin, frayed. Lyra stopped dead the moment she saw her. “I can feel her,” she whispered. “She’s drowning.”Before I could stop her, Lyra stepped forward. The silver in the room responded instantly—lights brightening, air humming. The girl’s convulsions slowed.