Aemon Targaryen Novels & Stories

She drank de 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 Thron

I doubt many will ever care to read this. I doubt many will believe my story let alone that I wrote it with my hand. But all you are about to read is true. This is the story of my life. I am a bastard, a monster, a deity, and the first of my kind. I am Asterion of Crete. You may know me better as Minotaur. I was born at sunset of the summer solstice to Queen Pasiphaë. Before my birth, King Minos and everyone in Crete thought I would be their ninth child and heir to the throne. However, at my birth, it became very apparent my mother had been unfaithful.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

It both broke my heart and made me love him even more. Because he was the Haunter Supreme, who always had everything under control. Even during that last cleansing, bent over in pain and bleeding, he was on top of things. It was easy to love the champion, the strong guy always ready to come to the rescue, the stud that made me beg for mercy, the sharp control-freak. But his dropping the tough-guy persona like this touched my heart so deeply, it brought tears to my eyes. “Come, love,” I whispered.

She watched through eyes brimming with tears. And yet upon the merging of her past and present selves, bits of new information were rushing in and mixing with what was established fact. As she watched the red Slayers cut down her father, Aki caught a glimpse of something that glinted on a red armor with carapace-like segments. The wearer of this particular armor was supposedly Tamerlane, the fearsome leader of the group. Aki tried to focus all her mental powers on him but it wasn’t easy. The Divination Spell was starting to slip out of her control.

Yes, sir! Liam's arms tightened around his daughter. "Jovie, let's go get your mother." Meanwhile, the Pendragon Warriors were standing in formation far away in Rotherham. After they received Liam's orders, the other three assistants rushed to Drunham City with 10,000 members of The Igrargon. Once Arthur learned that something happened to his granddaughter, he ordered Louie Cole to do whatever it would take to avenge the little princess.

"Tessa found out shortly after they bonded. She... she forbade Julian from bringing them here. Out of anger and fear. She feared a threat to your claim. So she arranged for the boy and his mother to be kept away. She financially supported them, but we all kept it hidden. Between me, your father, and your mother. But I fear he has grown to become a menace. Something we can’t control.” I was caught between fear, anger, and something else I could find the right words to describe. My hands trembled. “Who is he?” I queried. He hesitated before responding. “He is Aemond. The Beta of the BloodMoon pack. My heart sank into my stomach. “What the hell!”

"She always saw past the arrogant asshole, why can't you do same now that she needs it? I need to leave. I ought to be somewhere. Seb is in good hands. I had Tareem treat him, himself" "Who is Tareem? I have heard alot about him, your highness ", I bow curtly. "He is trouble. He is the son of Darc- the successor to the Darc empire and the best sorcerer ever had. He is my nephew. If you think Davil and Sasha is arrogant, wait till you meet Tareem Darc. If he comes close to Sasha, shield him from her. He is only around when he needs to rain havoc or has an agenda in mind "

If he really cares for you, then I will do anything I can to unite you both' she thought to herself. The nester clan is the Grey dragon clan. The King and the queen of the Nester clan are blessed with two sons. Their elder son is named as Prince Hector Nester, and their younger son is named as Prince Tyson Nester. Hector is of Raphael's age, and they both are best friends. In the Raven Palace,

Before I could panic, my eyes met Dymon’s, and the sheer reminder of his presence, the calm, unwavering look in them made me feel a bit more grounded. “Direwolves of the Syllian Isle, I have invited you all the day to celebrate the return, of my long lost, and yet most certainly beloved granddaughter Feyre. We all know what happened to my daughter Amelia, and the blight it cast upon my family.” He looked sad now, and paused, as if reflecting on his dead daughter, regret clear on his face.