Aemon Targaryen Novels & Stories

A swirl of black mist gathered near him, and a low, familiar chuckle vibrated in the air. “You’re not like them,” the voice purred. “You’re stronger. Why let them chain you to their idea of ‘balance’? The world is meant for those who seize it.” Kael’s fingers clenched. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” The mist coalesced into a half-formed face—Damon’s, but hollow, dark, and twisted. “I am what remains of Vaelor,” it said, eyes glowing red. “And you, child, are my heir.”

I had never seen so many rogues together in such a well-organized camp. He invited me to his tent and offered me something to dress, eat, and drink. I accepted and sat at the table with him and his right-hand man. - Who are you? - I asked. - I'm the true heir of the Lycon Moon Pack. Jack, the father of the current alpha, killed my father when I was very young and threw me out. I swore I'd come back for revenge. Twelve years ago, I tried to win back Lycon Moon with the help of all these wronged rogues, but we were defeated. They are so cruel that, when they saw that one of the warriors identified me as the true alfa, they killed her. I think her name was Mary.

“I know very well who the object of your attention was,w your Majesty. This raises a spontaneous question. Why Aeris? Thanks to Prince Athelstan, you’d have a better chance with Locrand.” “It is not Athelstan who worries me. He is King Kyros. There is something dark about him, something sinister. I think he’d get along much better with my uncle than with us. If Athelstan were in power, I would have gone to him long ago” Taryn sighed. “We will have taken our child back together.” “But not Kyros, right?” Taryn nodded softly. “If you believe that Elhiàs Ackard is the right person, then I trust him.” Aiden got up. “I will organize the small garrison. When will we leave?”

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

Pamela overheard Kaze on her way out and she was deeply amused. Her scoff contained disdain and mockery. Deal with Aiden? Kaze must have lost his mind. Aiden was the son of the Krad family of Westeros, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Kaze should look in the mirror before he even opened his mouth. How could a live-in husband who could not do anything properly other than make soup for his wife “deal” with Aiden? Even Pamela had no idea how to provide a solution, yet Kaze claimed he could “deal” with it.

Ares walked over to the arena as Lily held Michelle's hand. He said, "Read the decree, Amon," and Amon said, "I, Amon Bannister, high elder and leader of the Blood Moon Royal Pack Council, hereby banished you from the seven kingdoms and will forever be a rogue in punishment for the crime of assassinating King Aidan Stone, Royal Delta Tyrell Cloudwater and Royal Gamma Draxon Philmont and countless pack members in a coup on the Blood Moon one thousand and nine years ago. You also attempted to kill the new King, Kyan Bramble-Stone, King Aidan's heir, King Kyan will rightfully sit on the throne from this day forward and my eyes were in shock, I said in disbelief, "He had no heir what are you tal

Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man. I linked my eyes with Father and the frown that was aimed at me made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t done anything wrong but I couldn’t control my racing heart. Bad things always happened to me whenever Father frowned because of me. “King Iyrick,” Valerian greeted with a slight bow. I followed suit behind him. “Crown Prince Valerian.” Something about the way the king called Valerian’s name gave me the creeps. I raised my head to meet his awkward stare.

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.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

he barked. She shook her head, dazed. “We have to get out of here.” Theron stood untouched in the center of the inferno. His cloak burned away, revealing armor made of obsidian and moonstone. Kael’s warriors rushed in, led by Lucien and Ember. “What is that thing?” Ember gasped. “He’s not a thing,” Aria said, standing. “He’s my father. And a darkblood Alpha.” Lucien swore. “No wonder the runes held him for decades.”