Aemon Targaryen Novels & Stories

“Blood calls to blood, Morris. You can raise them, but you cannot change what runs in their veins.” Morris let out a harsh and jagged laugh. “Blood? You want to talk about blood? My blood runs in the child Sharon carries, yes. But the blood in Daenerys and Daemon is the blood I chose. I chose them the day I married their mother. I have chosen them every day since. If I die tomorrow, they will inherit what I built, my territory, my alliances and my name. Not because of some old bloodline you cling to like a drowning man, but because I say so. Because I raised them. Because they are mine.”

His gaze drifted to her from the ground, nodding as he understood the look in her eyes. “Shine bright, Alexis”. He whispered in her ears. She steeled her heart and turned to the one responsible for this mess. Her hands raised, unleashing the beast she had contained for a bit too long. The dark shadows caused shivers among spectators and when she found her target disguised as a young man. “Darron Kaedmen, on the account of possessing the Emperor with shadow magic, as his mage I strip you of your ability to perform shadow magic”, and just like that, the façade of a young man broke revealing an obese, wrinkly raisin.

The only problem is that the royal couple still do not have an heir. “When Moira entered the palace and became Phillippe’s mate, the Morales started to gain more favors in the court,” Guinevere reveals. “Her father, Aemon Morales, is the Treasurer and also one of the wealthiest men in the land. He is ambitious and ruthless but hides behind a simple smile. I do not know why the Emperor cannot see through his schemes but he controls the throne.”

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

Tory was angry, she couldn't believe Grace could be so heartless,she stood at the door staring at Grace who had no idea she was there staring at her while she eats. it's been two weeks since the little money Tory had on her had run out, ever since then both Tory and Grace have been surviving on the little food which was barely enough for one person, which Tory gets from few guys who where trying to ask her out, not knowing each time she leaves the house to go look for food for both herself and Grace, Grace would get something to eat with the money her parents sent to her.

On the one hand he is so happy, that he is about to fly away with happiness, one of his children is still alive, and that alone is enough to make him come back to life again But on the other hand, the king who pursues him, and casilias, who faces death "Why does the king want to kill your child?" Aemon put his hand on his head, trying to translate things quickly, but to no avail “I really don’t know, all I know is that one of my children is a golden dragon, the other an emerald dragon, and they are guardians of the crown prince.” He paused to speak for a bit, before his eyes widened in shock, looking up at casilias “If my children are killed, it is impossible to reach the crown prince, becau

"Sorry I have only just been able to join the fight, I hate summer waiting for the night to come. I have been hearing the battle and hated not being able to help in anyway and not know if you were safe or not Keira." I nod to him. All of a sudden one of the archers runs towards us yelling "Alma." The little girl runs out from between us and runs to his arms. He picks her up and holds her tight. "They saved me Daddy." He places Alma on the ground and kneels on the floor. Prince Arizer I thank you for saving the life of my daughter. "It was Keira who killed the monster about to hurt Alma, you owe her not me your thanks." He turns towards me still on his knees.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

The sun begins to lower through the sky, leaving orange glints reflecting off all the metals in the satellite dishes and vents that lead up here. I walk briskly closer until I'm completely behind him, watching his ink-covered back muscles tense with every blow. -Azael- I say this time, trying to normalize my breathing. Amon hits the bag looser before turning around. His torso is naked and a few beads of sweat fall down his black-colored body. His mouth is ajar to breathe easier and his chest goes up and down frantically. -What are you doing here? -question. His voice makes me shiver.

He went back to his seat where his son was already sitting and pat his sons back with a wide smile. The third demon lord cleared his throat. “I too am happy that you are back with your family, lady Vastria. I am Lord Almas of Thorzan. Here is my daughter Arnenas Thorzan.” Arnenas stood up and gave Vastria a hug as she spoke. “It is a pleasure meeting you.” Vastria was taken aback from the random hug from a stranger, but she returned the hug. “It is nice meeting you as well lady Arnenas.” She smiled and looked between Vastria and Remus with a nod before returning to her chair.