Aemon Targaryen Novels & Stories

“I bring word from the remnants of Amareth—what we call the Last Seat. The Selen Stone was the heart of our defense against the ancient darkness. It is bound to the bloodline of Vael’ka... and to the one now known as Aelin.” Aelin looked down at the mark on her palm. “You mean this was more than a trial?” The messenger spoke. “You had a wake-up call,” he said. “You hold the key. It is not only for your people’s safety but also for keeping the Veil from breaking. ” Jayden replied sharply. “And who sent you?” The man bowed his head slightly. “My name is Theryon. I serve the Council of Nine Flames, the last governing body of Amareth. We have watched from afar. We were not strong enough to stop

So, yeah, he’s also a badass, it just looks different than my form of badassery. Our youngest brother Dax is currently the pack’s Lead Warrior, which means he works closely with Gamma Bree in running trainings and sparring sessions, and with me when it comes to battle strategy. Thanks to my parents’ leadership, leadership which I at least hope I’m carrying on, there’s been little reason for the latter, but I like knowing that I have one of my brothers, someone whom I trust implicitly, in that role. And, my parents, while retired, still live on pack lands while they enjoy their retirement. So, I’m really very lucky. But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has w

“Who… who are you?” From the darkness, two golden eyes ignited, blazing with heat and command. A figure emerged—tall, impossibly broad-shouldered, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. Scales shimmered across his forearms, glinting in the flickering torchlight. Horns curved backward from his temple, and the air around him shimmered with raw heat. “I am Kaelion,” he said, voice like molten metal, “Lord of the Emberclaw Dominion. And you…” His gaze roamed her trembling form with a mix of possessiveness and hunger. “…are mine. The mate who will bear my heir.”

If you read this writing, it means you are still alive, and maybe I am already dead. You may not know how it breaks my heart to witness your heart being taken by the enemy. You may not know, my greatest failure was failing to protect your heart. I only hope that in the future, you reclaim your heart, your birthright. For that, I leave instructions to start your journey with my beloved son. He was the faithful son, the protector of the dragon heritage. Edmund, the only son of Jergintarth, the Red Dragon, The Firestarter, the Destroyer.

Allison almost begged her friend who widened her eyes. “No.. Don't say. Ali, nobody takes his name openly. He is the Dark walker. He is the most powerful man on this earth and can create the bloodbath in seconds around you by his bare hands only.” Nora voiced out, recalling the words once her father said to her. “Who?” Allison dared to ask. She was not ready to lose her family by that damn man’s hands. Nora stared at her and uttered silently. “LYCEON, the dark walker, the last original Lycan blood from the deadly kingdom in the whole world.”

Haha i must be thinking to much. I dropped her off infront of the school and went to do my own work. Just then my phone rang "hello" I picked it up. "hey Aidan where are you?! I am waiting for you." Jes said.. oh shit i forgot to inform her.. "oh my god.... I am so sorry Jes... I am. already at school can you bring your car today?" I replied apologizoptically. "But you...." she signed "okay fine I'll get there first" she said and hung up. Thank god she wasn't mad because mad Jes is a very so not good thing. I went to my class and thought about how to deal with Amara and ask her about it. But nothing came to my head and it was almost time for class. The teacher came and started teaching but a

I admitted, doubting my capabilities. "You possess more strength than you realize. And remember, I will be by your side at every moment. You won't be alone in this," Ashere assured, her presence comforting in the face of such an ominous task. "And who is this son of Isobel?" I finally asked. "He is known as the Dark King

“What am I to do with it?“ I asked in confusion. “His people should know that he is hospitalized. Call his father, grandfather, or sister.“ He grabbed my arm, forcing it into my palm. “No. You are his personal bodyguard, so you should call. No one in his family knows me; they only know you.“ I refused, pushing the phone back toward him. “But you are carrying their future heir, so you should call.“ He pushed it back to me.

" He excused his self. Walking up to his servants, he gave them instructions. I grabbed a goblet and gulped down some wine. I felt strange, something was definitely wrong with Gwen. My eyes were fixed on Simon, they never left him for a second. The queen walked up to me leading girl by hand. Another girl with strange white hair tailed behind them, grinning from ear to ear. "My lord, this is my daughter Amelia." "The fairest diamond of the season." "She's exquisite, graceful and charming." "Just like her mother." She said in smiles. "Nice to meet you your highness, I've heard a lot about you, welcome to our kingdom." The strange girl blushed shyly. I already forgot her name, I had played them

I felt another kind of power as Damon touched me. Cassandra was back again, sneering at me as if she had just defeated me. “Won’t you say a word, banished mother of twins?” I grinned. Kael’s blue eyes locked on mine, soft but full of claim. “Those twin pups carry my blood. Come back to Shadow Moon with me. You belong to me!” My legs felt weak as he released that statement. It was like a command, but I could not obey immediately. Damon was here too.