Rhea Targaryen Novels & Stories

I remember how she attacked Rayne at court; I remember too many details that make me dream about skinning her alive. Eleanor has exceeded all the limits of evil. She has exceeded all the evil I’ve read about in Greek mythology; I haven’t read about them by chance, but a beauty who is currently waiting for me to come back home is in love with Greek mythology. Eleanor is Lucifer’s daughter. Even Lucifer himself does not have this amount of evil and hatred within him. She is a beast who has gone above and beyond.

When she saw the serious expression on my face she quickly shut her mouth and looked at me to show she was listening. That is why I always thanked God for giving me such a wonderful best friend like Tiana who understood me very well. She was like my younger sister and I really cared for her. Right now I was also a bit worried about what she was going to think about me. "Tiana, I'm a half Vampire half Werewolf princess by the name Angelina Riana Rivera Wolfen." I said to her after taking a deep breath. To my utter amazement the girl just bust out laughing.

Reyona smiled as she said, “How are you doing, my sinful mortals? Have you chosen to accept the path of light yet?” Their parents smiled as Toria said, “By path of light, if you meant staring at numbers upon numbers until my eyes bleed, no, I am not interested.” Reyona picked up Toria’s drink and sipped. Then she drank more when her sister said, “Hey, that is mine! Get yours!” She placed the empty goblet on the table as she asked. “Quick question, please. Who is Fiona? She seems to know that Ruth is dead, and she wants to meet me.”

In that moment, standing on the dusty stairwell of the old school, Elaine realized her dream of becoming a Knight of Artharia was dead. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she pulled herself together and stepped out of the stairwell into the hall. To Elle, crying was done only in the worst of moments, when the fight was gone, and a person found themselves in the shadows of their own destruction, all alone. It was no surprise that she couldn’t stand Leana; Elaine didn’t know how to sort out feelings, let alone be consumed by them.

"Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war." George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (A Song of Ice and Fire, #3) • • • INTRODUCING THE MAIN TWO CHARACTERS:- • Neffie Hale Granddaughter of the highest ruler-the royal luna herself. She's a silent but attentive girl with a high intelligence, and an I-don't-care-like and a stubborn personality. She loves her family and will do anything to protect them. She values love the most and believes it is a sacred thing. She has long and wavy sunset red hair, a beautiful pair of fiery red (golden orange) eyes. Her smooth and fair skin is ivory in complexion and her height is 5'5". Also she has a thin ballerina shaped figure.

Who is descended from which lineage and who is not a sister are readily apparent. There are six noble bloodlines in Raelia. The Houses of Agnarys, Water, and Steel; Cliffgard, Earth, and Moon; Ounsli, Earth, and Moon; and Fragor, Storm, are the Houses of Agnarys, Water, and Moon, respectively. And there's the line of Gahndor. Everything has been improved by them.

“My name is not merely Serenya Vale. I am Serenya Aurelia Vale, daughter of Crown Prince Aric Vale. The blood of Astralis runs in me. I am the rightful heir to this throne.” The hall erupted. Gasps, curses, the scraping of boots. Thalric Veynor, the Duke whose ambition had long poisoned the court, rose to his feet, his voice sharp as a blade. “Lies!” he thundered. “Fabricated by rebels to unsettle our kingdom. The true heirs perished two decades ago!” Yet others leaned forward, whispering fervently. Maelis Rowan, the seer whose eyes seemed always fixed on realms beyond sight, spoke from the shadows at the edge of the dais.

Azariel glared at him before walking towards me. “I'm glad you both made it. And you brought a stran—” “Who is this angelic creature?” Ariel exclaimed as he faced the girl whom Ariel brought. The girl scratched her hair, letting out a small smile. “I'm Rhea.” She muttered. I looked at her closely, and got a weird feeling. Now she was up close, I could see her clearly. Her eyes…were of two colours. One was icy blue, and the other hazel. Her hair was strawberry blonde. The more I looked at her, the more my chest tightened.

She pressed a hand to her chest—bound flat—and closed her eyes. There was no more Rhea. Rhea had died the moment she fled Bloodmoon, the moment she chose a path that could end with her exposed, disgraced, or worse—dragged back into Branor’s claws. Her old name was soft, gentle, spoken only in her mother’s voice. But her mother was gone. The warmth of that memory only made her colder. Now, there was only Rian Greythorn, son of Garren. A boy with nothing to lose.

One that had surfaced because I'd cast the net wide and it had snagged on a name I recognized from an entirely different file. Brooks, Tasha M. I went to the laptop. Zariah's mother had reappeared six weeks into the girl's captivity like a ghost with a phone number, and I, because I was thorough, because I trusted no one's mother, least of all one who'd abandoned a daughter for years and reappeared the exact week that daughter became the most valuable leverage in Atlanta, had opened a light file on her the day Zariah first said the name aloud in the penthouse. Nothing invasive. Public records, a credit pull, the shape of a life. Tasha Brooks lived in a rented duplex in Riverdale, worked rece