Aemond Targaryen Novels & Stories

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

“But you’ve got this. You do. You remember the choreography, right?” I nodded. My throat was too tight for words. Professor Marwood didn’t wait. “Amara Dorne of House Viremont, third-blood to Councilor Elaine Dorne, and Caelin Harren of House Myrren, first-son to the Delta Wardens of southern Lirath. Step forward.” Another pair.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

She forgot a lot of the families do not do human things and most have servants that attend to them. "You mean my caddy that has all of my makeup, jewelry, hair dryer and curler." Maddie scratched the top of her head in confusion. Majority of the things she just said totally blew her friends mind. Before she could say anything a knock was sounded and Maddie's grandfather Lord Alessandro who was the head of her family's bloodline popped his head around. He had long black hair that went to the middle of his back, he had beautiful silver eyes tinted with the blood thirst power.

She was the only one who could confirm this—this madness. And she wasn’t here to speak. “So who was he?” I whispered. “My real father.” Elizabeth took a long breath. “His name was Caelum. Caelum Dorne.” I blinked. “That’s a name out of legend.” “No,” she said firmly, “it’s a name buried by the Council. Caelum was a true golden blood. One of the last. He was a warrior, a scholar, a man gifted in ways others couldn’t comprehend. He died protecting your mother—and you—from those who would have exploited your power.”

Maps and ledgers lay scattered across it like wounds that refused to close. At the head sat King Roderic, her father, his hair more grey than black now. He wore no crown; he had not worn one in years. Around him gathered the familiar faces of power. Chancellor Elowen with her careful smile. Lord Merrow with his sharp cologne and sharper opinions. High Priestess Sera, calm as winter light. And near the hearth, half in shadow, stood a man Alina had not expected to see again. Cael. Her steps faltered.

God, I can't believe I'm thinking of his arms while he's about to kill a man. He opens his mouth in search of oxygen. His neck and face veins are swollen, which I would say is purple or even blue. It seems that their feet have already lost their lives, as they hang inert and without moving. He is a middle-aged man. It can be seen in the wrinkles on his hands or in the gray hair that begins to appear that it is closer to the third. -Azael- I utter serenely- Let it go. Azael looks at me with narrowed eyes before obeying me. And I am hardly surprised by how easy it is to control their actions. He drops it without any delicacy and drops it to the ground, causing a dry sound. The man is one secon