Robert Baratheon Vs Rhaegar Novels & Stories

he said truthfully. " Why don't you like each other?" I asked. " We are both young alphas who took over at the same time. There was always a quiet competition between us, but there was no strong ill will against the other," he said. " Our mothers were cousins. Rhaegar was the beloved Prince of werewolves. He was always notorious, and praised for that while I was in his shadow," I've always wanted to know why Rhaegar hasn't taken over as king yet, but I will ask Ella or Nate. It would be inappropriate to ask Layth.

“And you would do well to remember that I am the one who rules this pack now.” “You are arrogant,” Rhaegar whispered without fear, his eyes narrowing into slits. “Just like your father. He thought he was untouchable, too. Look where that got him.” That was the last straw. I reached out, my hand moving faster than a human eye could track, and gripped the lapel of his expensive coat. I didn’t slam him against the wall, even though I wanted to… I just held him there, the sheer force of my grip making him strain to breathe.

“Ezra speaks flippantly, but his words carry some truth. Your enemies are not idle, Kaelen, the most recent incidence proves it. Perhaps an alliance through marriage could protect us all. The lady Selera is...” “Enough please! Kaelen’s voice cracked like a whip. He pushed to his feet, his chair scraping against the floor. We waste breath on alliances and bedsheets while a greater danger stirs beyond our walls. Who is Rhaegor? i demand to know about him. I need answers about Rhaegor.” The chamber went still. An elder scoffed. “Rhaegor is bad news, a homicidal demon. But Rhaegor is dead now. He belonged and was the great alpha of the ironfang pack. The Ironfang Pack was wiped from the face of

But Rhaegos just raised a hand—and the ground cracked open as cursed soldiers, skeletal and armed, clawed their way to the surface, weapons drawn and pointed at us. “Don’t worry,” he sneered. “The real war hasn’t started. Not until Emily becomes my queen. Then… the world will kneel.” With a deranged laugh, he sent his warriors charging. The fight erupted instantly. Tharros summoned magical warriors of light, their golden auras clashing against the cursed ones. Kiran transformed into his monstrous hound form, ripping through enemies with savage fury. I targeted Rhaegos, moving with vampire speed. My fist connected with his jaw, sending him crashing several meters back. He got up fast—too fast

"I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out. "When I was a lad I fo

"After all, my father is truly at the brink of death. What would anyone gain from killing him faster? Let's give her a try." Staring right at Annalise, I smiled. Man, she was seething. Guess she was disappointed nobody in the room was standing with her. "This is ridiculous," she ground out. "Myself and other top manufacturers in the world have tried to cure Lord Rhaegar but failed to do so. As sad as it is, he cannot be cured. You're no exception." "You're concluding before giving me a chance." I furrowed my brows. "Sounds unreasonable to me."

I spat, voice shaking. He only shrugged. “You lose something, you gain something.” And then he smiled. Like none of this—the betrayal, the chains, the fear—meant a damn thing to him. "Kyante!" Rhaenan bellowed, lightning sparking to life in his sword. With a roar, he lunged forward, slashing a bolt of electric blue toward her. But Baelorin moved first. In a flash, he twinkled—appearing directly in front of her, arm raised.

Robert punched his other palm, “We got this!” Alice stood and then two of them went forward to stand beside Arth, facing the two grand knights ahead. “Can’t believe you cheated earlier, bro. How could you do that?” “You’re kidding,” Arth stormed his eyebrows, looking at Robert, “You want me to die out there?” “Well, your opponent really looked tough,” Robert said, shrugging. “But bro, I thought you were better than that.” “I am,” Arth replied defensively. “I just made a mista—”

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

“When you’ll encounter far worse things that what you’ve seen before… you’ll understand.” “What about his first mission, boss?” Robert said. Alice gave a short chuckle. “Mission? Are you serious?” “I’m not kidding,” Robert said. “I’m telling you, boss. My bro’s more skilled in swords and hunting than I am.” “That’s ‘cause you’re nothing good at swords, asshole,” Alice rolled her eyes. Arth agreed. He’s a lot better with swords. But when Robert uses his weapon of choice; his battle axe, Arth wouldn’t stand a chance… or at the very least… they would be evenly matched.