Aegon Ii Targaryen Novels & Stories

The dragon, however, was like a spirit, as its entire body had all been made of blue energy. “He’s here …” Kael said, seeing a young man riding on the dragon’s back, flying towards them. It was Arth Aragon, the son of Letholdus Aragon. And his powers had already been … awoken.

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

Tears gathered as clouds and I wasn't going to let it fall off. “What's the result of the test?” I asked Magnus who moped at us both. “Tell it to us already. I'd love to know.” “The Alpha—” “The Alpha. Alpha Aegon is the owner of this child.” He sounded again and faced Aegon. “Congratulations, my lord. Is there something else you need me to do?” “No. Not at all. Thank you.” “When can I return to my chamber?”

Racking my head for possible answers, someone said words I did not clearly hear. Letting go of my thoughts, I looked up. “What did you say, my lord? I'm sorry but I did not hear you properly.” “You're wondering why his parents were old people.” Ho—how did he know?! “Well, they had Aegon at a very old age. And I was born a few years before him. My parents were alive at that time. They also died from the war. We lost a lot of Wolves during that period. I lost my sister also.”

The night was thick with tension, shadows dancing among the trees as a cold wind whispered through the clearing. Alpha Evan stood at the edge of the pack territory, a grim smile curling on his lips. The moonlight gleamed off the knives strapped to his belt, reflecting his cunning intentions. He was not just another rogue; he was a man consumed by a singular obsession: reclaiming his daughter, Emma. Around him, a motley crew of rogues gathered, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

she said, voice low. Ryker nodded. He scooped her cloak into his other hand and led her across the molten ford via a narrow stone bridge. Nyra’s boots burned despite the runes protecting her. The heat was unbearable, but she fought through it. Beyond the bridge, a chamber opened into a vast throne hall. The ceiling soared into darkness, and the air pulsed with molten echoes. At its center sat a throne of black steel and living flame. Leaning against it was Azhagor in all his terrible majesty. He was a mountain of muscle, skin the color of smoke and ash, veins glowing ember-red. His hair was a cascade of molten gold, horns arcing from his brow like twin eclipses.

****Kingdom of Kuragari**** The throne room of the Dark Elf King loomed with cold grandeur, its dark pillars rising like silent sentinels, reflecting the dim glow of enchanted torches. The king's eyes, black as onyx yet burning with the fire of wrath, roamed over the vast chamber as his mind churned with unease. Aegnor—the name alone, brought a storm to his thoughts. That traitorous bastard had dared to use his powers against him once before, and even now, whispers of his presence lingered like a poison that wouldn’t leave.

“They can fight in a general war; but if they meet alone, if they are attacking as skirmishers, they will greet each other, and depart in friendship. Also if one of them falls into captivity, the other is bound to alleviate it, and in the worst case to ransom him; indeed, there have been some who shared their property with brothers. When it is a question of friends and acquaintances, or of finding someone, brothers go to brothers; and justice commands us to acknowledge that no people observe such oaths better than the Targars. The word is the main thing with them, and such a friend you can trust certainly.” “But has, Geswer, many such brothers?” “I have three powerful soldiers,” answered Heg

A picture he stared at now, as his host descended the stares with a lit lantern in hand, casting light across a once black room and giving it a warm glow. There was a shocked gasp, then a silence as she saw his face unveiled from the hood when he sat down. "Father Sethlzaar." He ignored the woman's motherly voice and continued to study the poster on the wall while keeping her within his peripheral view. It was an obituary poster. One inviting the entire realm to the casting of the body of a noble named Lord Emelloi Varnagris the third to the flame. The man had died over two months ago. The death on the poster put the man's death at around the time he was in the Arlyn forest.

His anger doesn't scare me but his lust sure does. "My grandfather, King Lucas Vlček had twins. One was named Adrian and the other Aragorn. Aragorn was the older twin therefore, the heir to their father's throne. King Lucas always believed in status and royalty. He didn't accept my father when he introduced a lowly wolf peasant's daughter as his mate. They made him choose between the throne and his mate. My father being a fool that he was, he left the throne for his mate! A few years later, I was born and some more years passed by before Lucian was born.