Aegon Targaryen Novels & Stories

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

My legs are very weak and I have to cling to a dark wooden cabinet on which are several bottles of JB, causing them to stagger. -I was always there for you, Lailah. -I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to know anything else. I want to go home. I want ...- And I'm not going to let that Azael get you in trouble. I'm going to use you to bring him here, and I plan to finish him off with my own hands. I will protect you. It's the last thing I get to hear before everything goes black. AZAEL

And as Morrigan walks near Frey the air in the room suddenly turned cold. Morrigan stood in front of Frey at a safe distance, pulled the ribbon that is tying her hair, and let the braids unravel themselves, letting her hair fall like water finally able to come back the stream to live. Frey shivered as a cold breeze touches her skin as she take a better look at the young lady standing tall in front of her. Her back is straight, her elbows folded in perfection as she plays with the ring on her thumb as her hands rest in the middle of her torso. Morrigan gave her a soft smile. "You are right. I am from Hymir, and that I am from a powerful family. My family's name could be heard everywhere in ou

He still regretted that he cannot or rather doesn’t want to take over the alpha position from him in their pack. In the past, that would make him truly aggravated. But now that he saw that his own son had successfully formed his own pack, he couldn’t be more proud of him. Especially now that he had found a mate after losing his Luna because of a dreadful illness. Aegaeon is now on his way to building his own family and as a father, he wishes him all the best, that’s why he would support him with his decision to protect his mate from the poison that Larissa had with everyone that she was able to convince to betray her own father and her own pack!

Demoleon spoke up My mother furrowed her brow at him. “I don’t think any family would be equipped to hide two pregnant women or their minotaur calves when they are born.” she shook her head. “I didn’t mean sending two girls. I want to go but only if I can go with my cousin Andromache. We are family, and I want to watch over her and her child.” he explained.

Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging. Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Chase Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Danica Green (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Isabella Frome (friend). Arya Silver Age: 17 Race: Werewolf Rank: Rogue Physical description: 5’7ft tall, hourglass athletic body, long straight black hair, round brown eyes, heart-shaped face, pointy nose with heart-shaped full lips.

In the afternoon, Eon aaranged everything for their return in Cirk Country. "Please Eon, I don't want to go back to that place. Let me go!" Arya pleaded desperately.. "You already had so much fun. It's time for you to fulfill yiur duties as a wife" Eon answered nonchalantly. Arya is powerless. She thought she's already strong enough along the years dhe ran away from him. She's not surprise at all to shr had already expected this. Not to mention her linger fear and love for Eon is holding her back.

"They are the rebels, Jholand. A group of brave and loyal individuals who are fighting against the king's tyranny. And they are led by a man named Arin, who is sworn to protect you and help you claim your rightful place on the throne." I felt a surge of excitement and hope. Maybe, just maybe, we had a chance to defeat my father and take back the kingdom. And with Sam by my side, and the rebels on our side, I knew Elara nodded, as if she could see the determination in my eyes. "Arin is a good man, Jholand. He will help you, but you must be careful. The king's spies are everywhere, and they will stop at nothing to crush the rebellion."

"And how am I to do that, if I go east as you counsel?" He ate an olive and spit out the pit into his palm. "I do not know, Your Grace," he admitted, "but I do know that the longer you remain in one place, the easier it will be for your enemies to find you. The name Targaryen still frightens them, so much so that they sent a man to murder you when they heard you were with child. What will they do when they learn of your dragons?"

The child was born in Kattegat. His mother only saw him shortly before passing away from the pain of childbirth. Ragnar grew up among his father's other children and with his stepmother Alfhildr. At his first steps, he already sported a huge bump on his small arched back. He grew quickly and had a small strength greater than that of other children his age. However, he waddled to the side and dragged his left shoulder on which was resting his hump. Even though he was the most helpful and the bravest, ready to climb trees to pick fruit or a little more skillful than his little friends during small hunting trips, his physical appearance got him to be a little put aside and his excessive strengt