Aegon Targaryen Novels & Stories

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

“Then what?” She looked at him, pale and calm in the flickering light. “They’re not just targeting heirs. They’re coming for the serpent itself.” He frowned. “The crest?” “No,” she said softly. “The thing beneath it.” Before he could reply, the monitors went black every single feed across the empire cut to static. Then one screen flickered back to life. A single figure appeared, shrouded in shadow. The voice was distorted, inhuman. “You swore blood to protect the future.

A modest fortress in Gothic shape clung to the rim of a sharp drop. “This is… where we live?” I said, surprised at how lovely yet empty it looked. There it stands, the redness, Leon said, staring at the structure without shifting his stare. Home to the Targaryons’ deepest sleep, the oldest of tombs Right after touchdown on the pad near the lodge, sharp alpine wind stung my arms. Waiting below, Oliver had already arrived, leaning against a dark, armored car. Without speaking, he lifted our bags into the back, moving like clockwork, steady as ever.

They weren't staying because they wanted to, they were staying because they were afraid of Zayn. Aragon turned away from me and faced the other Alphas. He didn't look like a grieving father anymore. He looked like a warrior. He stood tall, and a low growl started deep in his chest. "You talk of honor?" Aragon asked, his voice sounding like grinding stones. "I am Aragon of the North. My family has bled for these kingdoms since the first moon rose. My daughter has suffered more in twenty years than all of you combined. She was stolen, beaten, and lied to. And yet, she stands here with a heart that is still kind."

Long enough for him to look down at me in surprise. “I think…” I said softly, “he’s trying. In his own way.” Kaelor’s eyes met mine, warm and steady. “So are you, Eirlys.” The words settled gently between us. For a moment, neither of us moved. Neither of us pulled away. The air felt a little warmer, the space between us smaller. Until— “Mama!” Auren came racing back down the hill, his cheeks flushed pink and his curls a wild mess. Behind him, the Alpha Warlord walked at a slower pace. There was a small smear of mud across one of his polished boots. One of the royal guards stared at it in complete disbelief.

Sethlzaar pressed his eyes shut. “Oh.” He heard the surprise in Thane’s voice. “And why do you think so, Cenam?” A pause. There was no reply. “Ok then…” Thane shrugged. “What of you?” His attention moved. “Taeval?” “Because he fights like a blessed.” The voice was Vagris’. “Always has.” “Oh, I see.” Thane’s hold softened. “And how does a blessed fight, Taeval?” “Quick. Sharp. Witty. Like a blessed.”

➳ Pernwél “Yes.” Viggo answered truthfully. “I do believe that you are the bastard child of Aerin, the Queen of Agmysther, and myself.” I just nodded, taking in the notion that my only living family was seated before me, my father. That my mother after all these years had been silently caring for me, without me knowing the truth. That she had sacrificed her last remaining bit of magic, to save me from the battle. Leading me to this Realm to reunite me with my father.

"Providing a werewolf has found their mate and they have fully mated with them, they will stop ageing at around thirty-five. We can live for hundreds of years and die peacefully-" "This is fascinating and everything but what's it got to do with my family?" I sighed. I was fed up now and he was only serving to make the situation worse. "My real age is forty-seven and I stopped ageing when I was thirty. I have always known who you really were. Eldest daughter of Maxwell and Janette Clarkson. Next in line for the throne after your brother, Kyros, turned it down and favourite child of your father. James' parents, Jacob and-"

As Naraja finished his first introduction with an awkward knead, he brought attention to the back of his neck towards the person, Nai, whom he was starting to have this strong peculiar feeling of; love, surge up inside of him again. Nai: “Ummmm.. sure, s~uure, so yeah my name is Nai and don’t get too anxious about that moment,..earlier it was actually quite cute he~he, but anyway we are your comrades: Saint Teresa Of Avila, John Of The Cross, and Anima….sh~eee actually has an interesting particular ability that I like to call if I remember correctly, h~mm, Maladaptive Day-Dreaming and oh ye~aah she’s also deaf/mute or something like that, but anyway then there’s Eli, but you have to always

I knew that only the Alpha blooded have red eyes, even in human form. Power oozed off him, making even Gideon move to the back of my mind. I bared my neck in respect, something I didn’t believe I would ever do. A laugh echoed through the room. “The god of war, bowing to a red wolf. Who would have thought.” A polite smile formed on my lips before I met the gaze of Andre. “I know you already met my father, Andre.” “Then you must be Aegon,” I said. He nodded before he gestured for me to take a seat. I did as he wanted, while my mind wandered about the fact that Andre doesn’t have red eyes.