Aemon Targaryen Novels & Stories

His silver-gold eyes remained fixed on the receding ships, burning with the sharp, calculating focus of an Apex Alpha preparing for an inevitable storm. "And that story will bring their Emperor," Caelum rumbled, his gravelly voice dropping into a dark, resonant baritone. "The Sanguine Sovereign of the Blood-Iron Dominion will not accept that a young child overthrew his elite envoy. He will view Valen not merely as a threat, but as the ultimate vessel of boundless, pure mana. He will assemble his full armada."

"He took the dark core from the Southern Citadel." "You replaced me with a monster, Elena," Darian yelled, his voice turning harsh as he raised his black blade. "You gave your blood to a Sovereign, while I bled for your family’s name! But I will cut him out of you tonight!" "Try it, coward!" I snarled back, taking a step forward while keeping my hip pressed against Julian's heavy frame. "You sold your soul for a dark core! You're nothing!" To our right, Lord Alistair raised his golden staff, his voice booming over the wind. "Silence! The girl belongs to the royal Sun-Line! Royal guards, advance and slaughter the dark beasts!"

Can you have it completed by tomorrow morning? She typed back: *Tonight.* Three seconds. *Dr. Osei has agreed to verify,* Amara sent. *One more thing.* Nora held the phone. *The first family responding to the consultation has sent a second message,* Amara wrote. *They asked if the anchor would be present at the first session.* Nora held the phone. She looked at Caspian. He held the corridor. "Yes," she typed. Amara's response came immediately. *They also asked if the heir of the Vael bloodline would attend.*

“She married the real owner of Aetherion Industries.” I froze, certain I misheard. “What?” His voice was venom. “Thorne. That’s right. The bastard son I never claimed. The one I never believed would amount to anything. He’s the ghost behind the company—the company, Caleb. The one with hands in every damn corner of the world. Tech. Weapons. Oil. Intelligence. The real empire. And he just handed it to her. Jesus, it's overwhelming, you know. Thorne was actually successful…yet he kept this away from me.”

Morgana and I staggered back. “You left me at my lowest point!” he continued, “You thought I was a liability. You never believed I would be king. That was why you went to him.” “Please, Tirion, Aemon had nothing to do with us." “Oh, he did, Morgana. You and I know that.” He rose from the chair and scoffed. “You all thought he would be king. Aemon Snow, the golden boy of the Snow Dynasty, the prince charming of the four kingdoms. Everyone loved him, including my pathetic imp of a father. And when you saw the crown leaning towards him, you dumped me.”

“Then what?” She looked at him, pale and calm in the flickering light. “They’re not just targeting heirs. They’re coming for the serpent itself.” He frowned. “The crest?” “No,” she said softly. “The thing beneath it.” Before he could reply, the monitors went black every single feed across the empire cut to static. Then one screen flickered back to life. A single figure appeared, shrouded in shadow. The voice was distorted, inhuman. “You swore blood to protect the future.

Who was this? “My name is Alaris De Vontia! Son of the Past King and Queen of House Zoter, Bearer of the Death Gem and the Heir of the Lost Throne. I am the Saviour that was promised. I have come to bring you freedom, and rain fire on the armies of the White King! Vengeance will be ours! We will take our rightful place in Vestros and all our enemies shall bow at our feet! I am your Prophecy!” He paused, looking around, his eyes zeroing on Nyka. “If any of you wish to challenge me, then declare it now. I just might be merciful while granting you death.”

He demanded. The King taken aback simply and firmly said "I suggest you watch your tone Alpha." Letting his aura slip out just enough to show the Alpha who he was speaking to then continued. "As I was saying she is not a rogue. She is my daughter. You can unmask yourself now, Arya." "I’m sorry My King." Alpha josh said and collected himself a little more before he continued. "What are you talking about? Unmask herself?"

Tomorrow, when the first full moon of winter appears at Jazmore Castle. Short and clear. Regar knows very well what Eden wants to talk to him about. He was quite enthusiastic about it, but also did not deny his awareness of Eden's actions that might have been unexpected. However, the history that Eden killed Yagur is an indisputable fact. Regar then begins to return to his castle. Before actually entering his residence, he glanced at Kiter, Alphu who was a descendant of Elden who was born to Helena. "Isn't Kiter starting to look more mature? It's amazing that an Alphu seems to survive until now," said a Beta from Movaro who approached Regar.

She drank deep. Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thrones.