Aemon Targaryen Novels & Stories

for all of those boils on top of that gray skin this creature could have easily been mistaken for a rock if it sat still. It opened its mouth as far as it could go and let out a nightmarish gurgly laugh that sounded like it came from the swamp itself. Then, to the twins horror they watched as the monster flung them into the air, boat and all. It tilted it's head back with its mouth open wide as if to catch them and devour them. The twins were still clutching each other tightly when all of a sudden they heard the sound of tinkling bells. Expecting to meet the swamp monsters razor sharp teeth upon landing, they were surprised when they didn't land at all. Instead they were snatched out of mid

They haven’t been used yet. Toni was my bodyguard after Eren dumped me and moving closer to his place was favourable for him. He was able to have Tamara by his side. Later Tamara gave birth to a boy, Troy. Within a few days I gave birth to Eren. It was an amazing idea to move here. Eren is surrounded by wonderful people as well as I’m. He got his uncle, his aunt and even a little cousin to play with. If I didn’t have them around me, I would have definitely turned mad. They are more than family now.

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

The Veilborn magic had no mercy. It didn't care about allies or enemies. It cared only about survival. The clearing twisted. The air grew thicker. Reality itself frayed at the seams. I stumbled forward, trying to rein it back in—trying to remember who I was. **Thorold.** Son of Ryker and Zara. Alpha Heir of Stormfang. *Not* a weapon. *Not* a monster. I closed my eyes, forcing the thought through the torrent. "I am not theirs," I whispered.

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

Tarragon asked Ecaeris. “Aien Verstarjen. His father is Derien Verstarjen, the warlock who owns the castle that straddles the mountain path you wish to take on your crusade to find the source of these monsters. He is somewhat notorious for his ill-temper and his garden of statues.” “Statues,” Tarragon lifted an eyebrow. “They were once servants of the castle, disgruntled villagers, or the occasional knight come to challenge him,” Ecaeris clarified.

(Caelum Ashborne) The ember-flame stretched, sharpening into a rough outline of a man’s face—no clear features, just the impression of strong bone and old scars. Eyes like coals. A crown of shadowed horns made of smoke and memory. Heat radiated off the projection with such intensity that the nearby shadows hissed and shrank back, leaving Caelum momentarily exposed. Arkael Ashborne. Leader of the Emberborn. The man who had taught Caelum to walk on hot stone before he could walk on grass.

The pendant against my chest pulsed once feeling warm, then still. Outside my window, dawn painted the fortress walls gold giving off a sense of normalcy. But that was a lie. ‘Normal’ was the last word anyone would use to describe recent events. Somewhere beyond those walls, more girls were awakening. More bonds were stretching. And something ancient was beginning to remember. A knock interrupted my thoughts and I already knew who it was. “Come in.” Rael entered. He looked worse than yesterday. The exhaustion sat heavily on him now. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his forearms and his jaw was shadowed with stubble. A man trying to hold together a kingdom that no longer wanted to remain whol