Aegon X Jacaerys Novels & Stories

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

I should have obeyed instantly but my stubborn self turned once more towards the direction of the men and my eyes met the guy in the middle. Piercing silver eyes stared into my soul. Lucian. Oh my God. I froze in my tracks. I was about to scream but he shook his head, telling me a silent no before taking his eyes off me. Jake's hand flew to cover my mouth as he silently cursed. My heart was now beating very fast, threatening to jump out of my chest. Jake tried pulling me away but I couldn't move. It was as if my feet were rooted to that spot. I felt my cheeks get wet with tears I hadn't known were streaming down my face.

"I burned my life for this. Let me finish it." Jace didn't argue. He just nodded once and stepped onto the ice. The ritual circle was still glowing, the salt lines shimmering with residual power. Whatever he'd done to claim the Aegis, it was still settling inside him—I could see it in the way his hands trembled, the way the gold in his eyes flickered and steadied. He was in control, but just barely. And now he was about to test that control against a dozen trained killers.

The heat seeped slowly into her fingers. Jace dropped onto the log beside her without asking, cloak flaring, the familiar scent of steel and pine and old leather folding around him. “Thought you’d be with Kael,” he said, poking at the fire with a stick. “He’s in council with Ashridge and Stormfall,” Aria replied. “Arguing about how many spikes we can haul up a mountain before the men mutiny.” Jace snorted. “He does love his spikes.” They watched the flames for a moment.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

Immediately, the chain that holds me captive opens, and I leap out of Jackson's grasp. - Is this how you're going to kill me, coward? - screams Jeckson to my Alpha. - Now you want to fight? - The Alpha asks. - No, I'm going to fight you. - I said loudly, and everyone looked at me. - You? - Jackson says, laughing. - A beta, full of wolfsbane, is going to fight me? Do you want to die that badly, or is that just an excuse for me to touch you? Do you want me to fuck you, right?

“She’s definitely got skills.” I cringe inwardly at the double entendre. I need to choose my words more carefully. “Of course she does,” Theo says proudly, grinning. “She’s a Jacobsen.” “You think you can get the other recruits where they need to be by the end of the month?” Gray asks dubiously, still watching them spar behind me. “We’ll see,” I laugh, glancing back at them again. They’re clumsy and untrained- constantly getting knocked on their asses. Seems like every time I look that way, they’re going down like dominoes.

Eragon had no choice but to block it with his arm. "Enough, you little woman, no one has ever challenged me and survived to tell the tale. who the hell do you think you are? " Ahaaah, am not afraid of you creepy dragon. who the hell I am?. I am Historia Hayley you arrogant creeping bastard" "Creepy, I am not creepy," said Agros as they both argue. "Yes, you are". "No, am not" "I said yes you are, just accept it." "Noo, I am nooot"

He parsed threat-axis instead: “A mortal echo with coherence but seat rights capped. If it gets hungry again, Theras will blame both of them. But only one voice can speak for the ring.” Aelin glanced at her mirrored twin. Not hatred. Recognition with caution. Real recognition isn’t noisy. It checks adjacency without rewriting. “What’s your name?” Ivy demanded. The echo paused. Then answered. No fluff. No hype. “Aera. Aelin’s residue. Mortal-bound now. I want agency. Not thrones. But I’ll claim them if someone gives me a seat with a crown template.” Silence. Then Ivy laughed. “It always wants crowns at runtime.”

“My name is Cicero Julus!” “Oh. All right then, Horny Cat!” Tyr teased. Cicero was stunned. “What?” “Okay, stop it!” Maxime quickly put a stop to Tyr and Garfield’s banter. “Tyr, if you go to Japan to find Aegar’s descendants and obtain the royal tomb’s secret key from them, he must accompany you. He’ll tag along with you to Japan on your next trip.” Tyr sized Garfield from head to toe. He always had an inkling that the latter was unreliable. He asked, “Emperor Martyn’s descendents should be the Julus family, right? Is there a Julus family in the ancient martial arts world?”