Rhea Targaryen Novels & Stories

With a loud roar full of all the emotions that she had been feeling for the past couple of hours, Leah charged at the black dragon. The black dragon looked up in surprise to see Leah’s large red dragon aiming straight for it. Inside the black dragon, Theo seethed with his own anger and jealousy. How dare this female try to challenge him! Does she honestly think she can take him down! A little girl of barely thirty years old trying to take on a full grown male of a hundred years old was just plain laughable! She had gotten lucky back at her home when she had punched him in the face, breaking his nose. He had not been expecting her to lash out like that. But this time was different. She was ac

replied Piers. “We are a Kingdom, Piers. We are nothing like those other backward clans with their remarkably senseless women,” the Leader said, still staring down at me. “What is your name?” he asked. “Rowena Silverveil from the Eastern clan of Eldoria,” I replied. “I am Thane Darkmoor, the Alpha of this kingdom. Now, are you afraid that you laughed in the face of someone who wields the power to kill you?” He sneered. Fear creeped into my chest. How foolish I was to have laughed in the first place.

Despite herself, Bella smiled faintly. They talked for a while—about classes, pack gossip, anything but the ache sitting between them. Then Morgan’s tone shifted. “Did Dave ever tell you about Rhea?” Bella stiffened. “A little.” “She was like a sister to us,” Morgan said quietly. “When she died… Dave lost control. We thought he’d tear the realm apart. It took King Stark himself to stop him.” Bella listened silently. “Serena wormed her way in after that,” Morgan continued. “She was never kind to Rhea. Or to Sandra. She hates anyone who isn’t useful.”

She drank deep. Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thrones.

And the air left no room for evasion. “Thalia Serenya Maeris, my lord.” My voice was soft, but not squeaky. I tried to keep it steady. “Where are you from, Thalia Serenya Maeris?” “…From one of the outer villages, my lord. The village is called Fenyérfalva.” I paused for a breath. “From House Maeris.” “Who is your beta?” “Ariad, my lord.” “Parents?” “My mother lives. My father…” I swallowed. “My father has been dead two full moons.”

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.

"Stand, Nira and speak." "King Valor, we have come seeking refuge. This man, Aerys, helped me escape from my captor and return. We are merely seeking sanctuary." Rhae turned into the character of Nira, begging. "We know your true identity, Rhaenyx Maltalor the assassin. So tell me why, I should let a manipulator and assassin back in my palace?" Valor picked his fingernails.

When she was gone, Garrick let out a quick breath. "His voice dipped to almost a whisper as he replied, "I have confirmation from my sources in the Blue Storm Kingdom." "Rhea is there." I felt everything in my body stop. He went on, "But that’s not all," as though the words were too heavy to be spoken all at once. "She is the fated mate of Lycan King Kael." The room's air grew heavier. There was a chilly stillness as I processed the significance of what he had spoken.

Hilda “I am a mage,” she admits freely when I approach her. “My name is Tara and I was an apprentice to Maelor. He promised my mother he’d teach me how to control my magic. At first he did just that, but after a few months he asked me to join the meetings he had with others who practice magic.” Cerelia is frowning at the young woman, distrust written all over her face. I’m not sure what to make of Tara yet and I have to give her an opportunity to explain. Mage or not, she was in a pod, connected to the others, her life force being drained.

For the love of the Divine Moon Goddess, I think I know why Angel is the target - Why? - my son asks, getting up from the bed. - Revenge.