Rhea Targaryen Novels & Stories

🌺🥀🌷🌸❇️❇️ 🌷🌷🌹🌹🌹🌹 💮💠💐💐🏵️ A grand statue stood in the heart of RuthValis, carved with reverence and love, a monument to the woman who had shaped destinies long before any battle had been fought. Tialaina Morris, The Tia of the Lost — Ariya’s true name — was etched upon the base, a reminder of courage, sacrifice, and the legacy she had entrusted to her daughter.

“Don’t you?” Khaenat frowned. “Crimson girl?” “There’s a prophecy,” Alder said, her tone shifting — half defiant, half wary. “A tale that says a crimson-blooded woman will bring your god back. Her name is Rhea. The Magestress wants her. Varek wanted her. And that Alpha Kael — he’ll die before he lets her fall.” He studied her carefully, absorbing every word. Then, slowly, a smile curved his lips again — not cruel, not kind, just inevitable.

Lena struggled harder, nails clawing at the woman’s armor. “Why are you doing this?! Who ARE you?!” The woman exhaled sharply, annoyed. “I suppose you deserve a name.” She stopped, letting Lena stand on her own, though she kept a tight grip on her wrist. Moonlight filtered through the trees, illuminating her sharp features. “My name is Rhea.” Lena’s breath hitched. “Are you… with the Citadel?” Rhea smirked. “Absolutely not. They’ve been trying to kill me for years.”

“This is Rowyn Vale, Mom. Descendant of Vaelryn. The Godkiller Heir. She has thirteen magics. And she’s our center.” Her face went pale. She gasped, covering her mouth. “And the Obsidian Accord tried to take her,” Zeph added, his voice tight. I lifted a hand. “Hi. So… is it okay if I collapse now?” The woman composed herself in one graceful breath, then looked me over like she was already planning to go to war on my behalf. “I’m Liora Sylvaran,” she said, lifting her chin. “And fuck the Accord. I’d love to see those pompous bastards try to take you from here.”

“What are you doing here?” The little girl lifts her head, deep black eyes stare at her own. She was only a small child, no older than five or six, and yet her eyes seemed to hold more maturity than other children her age. She shivers, coldness she never even knew she could feel making the hair at the back of her neck rise. “My name is Tarryn. I have Alpha blood. Make me a Royal Consort.” Lady Vita blinks, “Where are your parents?”

Even with her lively and lovely looking fashion choice resembling that of a doll, her expression and posture silently screams arrogance and 'keep a mile distance' at first glance. "I-Is that—" "What's so shocking, 'big brothers'?" That annoyingly high-pitched voice, there is no way they would not recognize it. "Zelda!?" the brothers blurted in chorus. Fourteen years old Zelda is a talented mage notable for her wide knowledge in everything animal and beast-related information. She is the adopted daughter of an old mage woman who resides in the town who is renowned for her healing skills and great mystical wisdom, which she provides for the town folks free of charge. Even at her age, her maste

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

Sara responded. Removing my hand from hers, I wanted to argue that I was more dedicated to finding a cure. It was important to me when I was younger, but now with Theo being the way he was, it was more crucial than anything. Knowing this wasn’t a competition for who wanted to save our kind more than the other, I kept my mouth shut. “Anyway, her name is Taelin. She was the one who single-handed that rogue and the others with him, then dragged him back.” Hearing her boast about me made me feel uneasy.

Darian moved at once, but she lifted one hand slightly, warning him to stay where he was. The woman who had spoken stood near the eastern steps with two younger women at her back. Rhea knew her by sight, though not well. Maren Thorne, daughter of a lesser council cousin, bonded into a minor Obsidian household and was proud of every thin thread connecting her to power. Before the erasure, Maren had been one of those women who smiled too often and bowed too shallowly, always careful to measure whether Rhea’s authority could be tested without consequence. Now she looked at Rhea with open contempt sharpened by fear.

"My mother knew that this day would come. The final stand. The moment when an Omega must reclaim her power from those who would use it to enslave us." Theon Vale, on the elevated dais, his face a mask of cold fury, laughed a harsh, grating sound. "Foolish girl. You think some parlor tricks will stop me? I am Theon Vale. My family has commanded this pack for generations. You are nothing but an abomination. A tool to use and discard." "I'm not a tool," Rhea shot back, her eyes flying open. They shone with the same silver light now pouring from her hands. "I am the daughter of Lunas. I am an Omega. And I will not be controlled." The ground beneath them trembled.