Rhea Targaryen Novels & Stories

she said, voice low. “Your mother, Teresa… was not just a simple woman. She was the princess of Hasteria. Beloved, powerful, wise and .y friend. But she fell in love with the king of Dersia, that dangerous man. He craved her power more than her heart. And when she refused to give it to him… he killed her.” Anisa spoke with sadness and added, “But not before she sealed her magic in that pendant you wear.” Tara’s breath caught. “All this time… she was royalty? I saw everything through the memories, he killed her brutally ”

She slammed her hand down on the war table. “But we are not broken.” Her magic pulsed beneath the floor. “We are the blood of kings. The children of a fallen realm that refused to die. And I—Elianna Orenda Valemont—am the Queen of Xaerath.” A soft murmuring spread among the court—shock, awe, and rising pride. Elliot smiled faintly, a hand resting over his sword hilt. Drakonios said nothing—but his heart… his heart roared.

“Relax, my Dun. My love for you is still strong, eternal and forever burning in my heart.” Duncan blinked, voice tight. “Ari…” His voice sharpened. “Who. Is. Rheal? I want his full name? Where does he live? I want to know everything about him.” “Rheal Thornevale. He’s in the Dragon Realm.” Duncan froze in her arms. “He’s about this tall,” she said, using her hand to demonstrate her son's height. “He has the most beautiful, rare eyes. Gold mixed with silver. Same with his hair. He’s turning six… next month.”

The air down here is thick with damp stone and despair, but it’s the sight of her that chokes him: Raven, the High Priest’s daughter, chained like a beast, half-naked and broken, her snow-white hair matted with blood, sharp blue eyes swollen shut behind bruises that bloom like dark flowers. She was smiling once. That day on the pilgrim road—small hand clutching his sleeve, sharp eyes wide with trust. "Stay," she’d mouthed, and he had. Followed her into camp because she was the last spark of light from a family he’d revered. The Winterstars: Archdruid mother, High Priest father, pillars of Arcadia Prime. And Raven, their winter star, who laughed like bells and made even war-weary soldiers sof

My decision was final. A maid, nor a human will never be my luna. "Get me a glass of water." I barked at her before exiting the kitchen. Serving the new Alpha: Mia: The packhouse was filled with people assembled in different corners conversing, with the majority of the females, both young and old, giggling. With the way the females were dressed, one would think they were gathered for a college frat party. But that wasn't the case. Luna Emilia's son, Giovanni was returning home from the US where he'd gone to study and he was next in line to become Alpha of the Blackwood pack after the death of his father. The entire pack members were gathered to welcome him.

"D-Dead? No. It can't be... Mr. Watson is... dead?" "Hayden is dead." "How—" "Take me to Arlyaen," she demanded. "I don't have any more time to waste." He stared at her, his ebony eyes wide with disbelief. "He's not someone you should meet on your own," he warned, his tone weighted with concern. "I can handle him on my own." She ended on a firm note. The daughter of the greatest white dragon in history. Were her skills competent enough to fight against the lord of the evils?

When Thea heard what all happened in the past, she was shocked. Initially, she was confused by the way Max and Darius were behaving. When she learned that she was once born in the Dark world as Theodora, she was shocked. She always wondered why was only Darius's loyalty towards her was tested, by not erasing his memories. She thought she was given an easy route. But she should have known that God will always be fair with all his children. Thea understood that even her loyalty towards Azzazal was tested. It seems like she passed with flying colors.

Aileen replied, almost whispering to the wind. "I see." The lady with red hair and gray eyes, like Scheriziel, smiled wickedly. The lady smiled because she smelled something interesting about the girl in front of her. "Anyway, let me introduce myself. It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies, especially you," she added and stared at Aileen. She cleared her throat and resumed, "I'm Khaleesi." "The pleasure is mine. My name is Ai- I mean Scheriziel. And this is my trusted friend Athena." The queen was nervous and had almost slipped her real name.

Since Sei isn’t around anymore and it’s just a plan to make me confess, it’s a piece of cake ruining every company she owns. And that is how Theo Valencia is when he doesn’t get his way.

“I don’t believe you’re from the homeland. I think you hit your head. I think you’re delusional. A liar, and I have a pack to protect. I’ll take you out of the games myself if I must.” I tremble from holding my arrow primed for so long. “I am the daughter of Alpha King Ryan and Luna Aviva of the Deadlands, granddaughter of the Patriarch Jerrod of Endova. Cousin of the Queen Maeve of the Firestones of Eastonia. I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of the fae. I will go home. I will save my warriors, and I will leave fire in my wake!” He stares silently, his eyes like polished gems but darkening with every passing second.