Novel & Cerita Aemond Targaryen Books

If the heart of Wysteria, it is at the border of each kingdom, in the middle. Avalon. The town closest to Wysteria's heart. "At which hour invasion starts from the heart," I said. "Avalone was attacked today." It makes sense! "The creatures of the dark cometh fourth." It refers to the monsters that attacked Avalone! But I don't know what 'the daylight shall bleedeth' means. The moon shall caterwauling'. Bleeding in the morning? And what does caterwauling even mean? I only understand one thing, these are signs of the end of immortality! This is not a prophecy, this is an augury!

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

Azrael said after a pause before disappearing into thin air. Teleporting herself inside the cave, she looked at the large dirty blue-colored book that had violet orbs embedded on it, and couldn't help but open it to write what she saw today. It was a book she had been trying to find ever since she lost it. It was the future depicting book of the witches that would vaguely tell about their future.

"The Pure-Blood line... it’s not a curse anymore. She’s not a weapon for the network. She’s a blessing for the dirt." Kaelor walked over, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He was a man again, mostly, but the sheer physical mass of the former Dreadfang King remained. He looked down at the title Aradaa had scrawled across the first page: The Book of the Two Kings. "Sounds a bit full of yourself, don't you think?" Kaelor’s thumb traced the edge of Aradaa’s jaw, a rough, calloused touch that sent a spark of heat through Aradaa’s chest.

The myrmen swapped jokes as they enjoyed the warmth of the fire, but young Lord Bar Emmon had turned a splotchy grey, and Lord Velaryon was watching the king rather than the conflagration. Moriah would have given much to know what he was thinking, but one such as Velaryon would never confide in him. The Lord of the Tides was of the blood of ancient Storm Drone, and his House had thrice provided brides for Drone princes. It was the same with the other lordlings. He could trust none of them, nor would they ever include him in their private councils. My grandsons will joust with theirs, though, and one day their blood may wed with mine. In time my little black ship will fly as high as Velaryon'

“He’s just trying to help. Besides, I never said I trusted him, I was just saying that he wants to help out and so do I. So if I can work with him.to get rid of a common enemy, why not?.” I didn't care about anything else. “Make sure you don't regret this because if you do, there will be consequences to bear. Aemond is now a newcomer. He knows very well what he's doing. He didn't amass all this wealth and power by being nice and generous. The boy is not wrong for keeping a close eye on his father. He is the one who would know him best. After all, like father, like son.” Who the hell was this?

“The Hollow Throne does not grant power. It takes.” The air tore. The creature recoiled, shrieking, its form flickering. But it did not fall. Then Vame stepped forward. They raised a single hand, and the Hollowed One hesitated. Vame’s voice was a whisper, yet it rang through the chamber like a death knell. “I was the first. I was devoured.” They reached toward the Hollow Crown. The creature screamed. A pulse of raw energy exploded outward. The force knocked Rael backward, the book burning against his hands. The last thing he saw before darkness swallowed the chamber was Vame’s fingers grazing the Hollow Crown and the world shattering around them.

The first few pictures were of the first king of the seven kingdoms. "I found it; I found it; yes, I did," I said, looking at Luke with tears in my eyes. "What did you find this time around? Haven't you caused much damage to either of us already? My head hurts from the impact," he said, referring to the falling books. "I found the history books of the seven kingdoms; now I can finally have my revenge," I said as I opened the book back and stated off with the memory still fresh in my head. The faces which I know when I see them.

Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined. If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, I would have thought she was dead. “Lewis…” she whispered weakly. I felt a flicker of surprise at hearing her voice and turned toward her. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked in my direction. I had always treated her as my cherished jewel, never lifting a finger to harm her. In the past, seeing her in such a pitiful state would have filled me with heartache and rage, ready to avenge her.