Aemond Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sighing I felt my wolf suddenly at the edge and unable to hold back, he was getting irritated at how Demetrius was dodging the questions, “Cut the bullshit Demetrius, I know that you know that Arya is missing. It’s intriguingly interesting that Adonis seems to be missing as well after I made it quite clear that I didn’t want him anywhere near her.” Demetrius eyed me with cautious suspicion before responding, “Are you implying that my son is with your sister?” a low growl rumbled through me as I suddenly stood up, my fists were clenched against the table as I eyed his irritation. “Adonis and Arya are fated mates, I know that he wants to mark her. But let me make this quite clear to you, there

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

“You could’ve gone through with it. You had the blade in your hand. But you passed out before it touched deep enough. Maybe part of you isn’t ready to leave him.” “I don’t know how to fight for him anymore,” I whispered. “He’s the reason I ever fought for anything.” Tyrion sipped his tea again, calm as ever. Then he asked, “Do you remember when you almost gave him up?” My breath caught. He nodded. I swallowed hard. “I was scared. He was Aurelius’s son. I didn’t want to carry his blood inside me.” “And yet you did. And look at what he became,” He said, gently.

He would unravel the mysteries surrounding the dark wand pack, and in doing so, he would bring Emily back, safe and sound. With a renewed sense of purpose, Eric set sail once again, his ship cutting through the turbulent waves as he embarked on a treacherous journey. Along the way, he would confront his father's wicked machinations and face the darkness that threatened to consume him. Guided by the memories of Emily's unwavering loyalty and the love they had shared, Eric would fight to bring light back into his life and reclaim his destiny from the clutches of his family's twisted intentions.

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.

Tyramon said and left the room. "Did she just threaten me?" I asked, my mouth wide open. "I don't know, she talked into your ears," Zella replied, shrugging her shoulders. I will deal with her later but for now I have to focus on saving Aethelfrith. How could I be so dull to forget Aethelfrith wasn't a full blooded vampire but a Dhampir and that's the reason I was Betrothed to him to make him stronger. "What have I done? Instead of making Aethelfrith stronger, I have sent him to a place to get killed," I said, tears rolling down my face as I couldn't control it anymore.

"And how am I to do that, if I go east as you counsel?" He ate an olive and spit out the pit into his palm. "I do not know, Your Grace," he admitted, "but I do know that the longer you remain in one place, the easier it will be for your enemies to find you. The name Targaryen still frightens them, so much so that they sent a man to murder you when they heard you were with child. What will they do when they learn of your dragons?"

I whispered, soothing her tears. You know perfectly well who I am, Vienna, for we are cut from the same cloth. My blood courses through your veins and the thoughts in my mind are mirrored in yours. That’s why I love you, even though I never loved your mother; you remind me of myself. But in the end, it won’t be you sitting on my throne. It will be Cercei, my firstborn, the child of the woman I adore. She possesses a heart none of us can match, and she holds the North at her feet. Through her, my legacy will endure, and my empire will thrive. We only need to show her where she truly belongs, for she has been betting on the wrong side.

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

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