Rhea Targaryen Novels & Stories

Every box disappeared before breakfast while a twenty-year-old girl ate her eggs in the dining hall without knowing she was already gone. Nora set the document down. "Who removed the original section," she said. Felix looked at Caspian. Caspian looked at the document. "Tell her," Caspian said quietly. "She has the right to know all of it." Felix turned back to Nora. "The Vael bloodline representative on the Student Court four years ago was a woman named Aldara Vael," he said. "Caspian's aunt. She held the head position for three years before Caspian took it at the start of his enrollment."

Crackling over hidden wires came his words, sharp against the hush of high walls and cold chandeliers. "Ladies and gentlemen," Paul began, his voice deep and wise. "An Alpha is incomplete without his mate, just as the night is incomplete without the moon. Today, under the witness of the Moon Goddess and the eyes of the world, we gather to witness the union of two souls. Leon Vareth Targarion has chosen his Luna, and today, House Targarion welcomes Rhea Valeria into our eternal embrace." Breath stuck in my chest. Sweetness dripped from Paul’s voice, nearly wiping out the memory - this very man claiming yesterday I didn’t belong to myself anymore.

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

She drank de 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 Thron

Mira fell to her knees. “They were never supposed to find out about their relationship. But it doesn’t change anything, does it? She’s still your chosen one, the last of the Stark line, a hybrid and a mage with infinite power.” “That’s definitely more my speed,” the voice from the cloud thundered. “Morgeaus, you did a good job choosing a vessel for me this time. In that, you have done well. Time to take care of these flimsy mortals. “Not on my watch,” Lena lifted a hand, then suddenly slumped, gagging blood to the stone floor uncontrollably.

Rhea teased. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” As we approached the center of the gathering, someone shouted for silence. The chatter immediately died down, and all eyes turned to a tall, older warrior stepping forward. His beard was gray, his arms marked with faded scars and inked crests. His gaze met mine. “Ravena,” he called out, raising a mug. “Daughter of Kaelith . Do you remember me?” I took a slow step forward. “Yes… Uncle Jaron.”

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

Zaden stared at me with hate in his eyes. "It's not over yet, Jaden. It's not over" With that, he walked away, dragging Thalia along. Rhea blew out a breath, an annoyed look on her face. "If they want a war, we're going to have to bring it to them in such a way that they won't know what hit them" Rhea said, her voice tinged with fiery annoyance. "Rhea Stone of the Raven Clan?" Rhea and I turned to look at the woman who was now standing in front of us. She seemed to be older than fifty. She was wearing a long black dress, her hair cut low. Her blue eyes were dilated and she had long fingernails painted black.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys