Aegon Targaryen Novels & Stories

Angel was being asked by a gamma patroller of the pack. “ANSWER HIM!” his subordinate growled in annoyance but Angel sighed. “I only answer to an alpha.” Angel firmly said and looked at the gamma and made sure to send his imperious aura directly to him. “YOU!” gamma’s subordinate was about to attack Angel due to his retort when Arwel came to his rescue. “Baby boy, found your rogues?” Arwel asked Angel who nodded. “Yeah, they need to be taken to those corpses to check the unidentified bodies.” Angel answered and pointed to the two rogues behind him.

Tarragon scoffed in an echo of my thoughts. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But a dragon’s strength lies in scale, fire, and wing.” “I am more than a dragon,” Tarragon replied defiantly. “I am half-human.” The argument was lost, and they parted to gather the knights and hunters together. Aien rose slowly to his feet, still holding a handful of seeds. “What is wrong, Daethie?” He asked me. “I could not understand what was said, but I can read your face, and you are…”

" I said . My voice was hoarse , it was already dissolving into tears. I couldn't bear to lose Gwen , I couldn't bear to see her with someone else . All I ever wanted was that she remains by my side. I didn't feel any mate bond with Gwen like I did with Morgana. But it didn't matter, as long as I was concerned , Gwen was my property. She was my most prized possession . She was a treasure in my kingdom . A special gift many kings would never be able to possess , they could only admire from afar . She was the most beautiful creature ever born among the twelve kingdoms , and all the mystic creatures .

He looked welcoming and friendly, but there was a strange aura that kept others away. Sky was innocent but he was also perceptive. He could sense hostility and kindness easily, yet he could not understand the elder. He sat down as told but he was nervous. He was obedient and quiet today, unlike his usual self. “Master Elder, I wonder why you want to see us today?” Agnes asked without wasting any time. “Nothing much. Your daughter did something big in Westeros and it made us proud,” Galahad said as he sipped his glass of tea.

She said, "Nothing much. I'm just a bit tired." "It's okay. After the wedding, I'll take you on a vacation abroad," Fergus chuckled and replied. Whitney showed a small smile and nodded. A servant entered and said, "Mr. Cobb, Mr. Targery Senior of the Targery family has arrived." "What did you say? Mr. Targery Senior is here?" Fergus was thrilled, surprise written clearly on his face. Eugene Targery, one of the most prominent individuals in Steinberg, was here!

Ty I was training with my brother and Tommen in the gym, it was just three of us who were sharing jokes. Tommen was about sixteen when we died and his father was killed along with us because he refused to bend a knee to Roman. His father Kenrig was loyal to Aidan's throne but he told his family to survive and avenge him when it was right before being killed by Roman. His brothers bent a knee along with his mother and two sisters to survive, he always knew we would be back somehow and he trained hard for years unknown to Roman as his family was made omegas because of their father. Addison had recruited him in the early years and his family joined the rebellion to avenge their father. His moth

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

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.

This was what Kael wanted and unfortunately for me, he got it. “My lord, is this true?” Kael asked, his gaze fixed on me. I clutched the edge of the throne tightly, the hard iron piercing through my palm. “Yes I muttered, my jaws clenched. “The same prisoner who killed our most fierce warrior?” Drogo asked, his brows raised. “Ye…s, I fear so,” Aegon replied. “But you must know, we didn't know her identity until recently,” he added. “Nonsense!” Kael barked, banging his fist on the table. “What nonsense,” he added.

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.