Aemond Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

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'

Then I swung the sharp blades across his throat, deep enough to kill him in seconds. As the ground beneath him changed into dark-red, sticky mud, the crowd turned silent. With the last beat of his heart, Dante Greco turned into his lifeless human form. I raised my head and looked at the members of the royal council. Their mouths were open, and they all stared at me in disbelief. I brushed Greco's blood off my claws and hid them. Tyrion smirked, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the council. Tyrion briefly looked each member in the eyes before saying, "Let me state that again, Aria Seymour is my mate. She is the only woman I wish to claim, and I will. Now bow down because the one before you

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

As soon as I nodded at him, he continued with his enchantment. He went on and on. Dominic's body went into a full round of pain. Slowly, faint to bright light showed on parts of his body. Dominic’s body illuminated. Yamir advanced, sweat beading from his temples. He kept his hands enclosed to each other and smirked. "I found you!" He, then, shouted, “Aragorn of Aegon Stallard, be tamed!” A full forced wind sweep amongst us. I momentarily closed my eyes and covered my face using my arms. The wind was too strong that it almost flew me away.

“Aemond dared me to eat seven macarons.” “Seven?” I gaped. “They were tiny,” Aemond said as he approached, shameless and laughing. He was a picture of rebellion in black and silver, a cigarette tucked behind one ear. “Besides, the kid won.” Sebastian chuckled low beside me. “That’s because Aemond bet against him. He wanted to lose.” “I love losing money to this one,” Aemond said, ruffling Tobias’s hair. “He’s got more guts than I did at his age.”

The deep red liquid in the goblet was frothing. Amelia couldn’t believe that they had together found the Divinity Elixir—something that Vargauz had been waiting for a long time to acquire. He had spent years of searching for it. She was moved from the core of her heart when after so many years of searching for it, he asked her to drink it. And just because he wanted her to attain divinity, to be his wife. Even though she was bleeding heavily, her hands were covered in blood and she was pale, she couldn’t help feeling love for this fae. He was so different from Daniel. She smiled and said, “Vargauz, you are the best fae I’ve met in my life, and I haven’t met many. You are the kindest and most

'How long do you think you can hold up from now? He didn't reply, not for the long minutes I used in stirring the wheat into the boiling water, or the minutes I used in shaping the staple into a cling film. Because even without him answering, we both know we won't last long. Not until we are accepted back into the kingdom. 'The more we keep holding back, the harder it will be. With each passing full moon, you grow more dangerous, at the very peak of becoming a full blooded rogue. Aiden has already offered since I visited two years ago. We could have him do the ritual...'

To make sure that he won't kill anyone or he can't go back to the human world, I cruelly ate his heart in my cambion's form. "I am Adoneram, the son of a Cambion!" I shouted and a clear blue sky slowly covers the dark grey one. Yennifer saw how brave his beloved is. She ran closer and wrapped her arms around her beloved. "I love you!" Yennifer said and kiss him even he was on his cambion form. Adoneram looked down to sealed her lips with his kiss too. "I love you too, Yen!" He whispered in between his kisses on her. Right next to them was Gerald. He cleared his throat and both of them stop. They look confused. They were worried that Gerald will interfere again.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr