Aemond Targaryen Novels & Stories

As if he did not just order his men to slaughter and destroy what once used to be a peaceful village of the North. This was the cruelest son of Summer, emperor of the twelve Southern kingdoms, Jadron Galheebri. Tyrant. Murderer. Monster.

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern

I know we haven't quarreled once, nor has he bullied me for once, but this was weird. “Prince Kelvin!!” I bit my bottom lip. “Is what Tyrion guessing the truth? I didn't inhale that scent from him, yet he claimed to be the one I had a one-night stand with. The one-night-stand guy is the one that saved me in the woods and I almost caught at the restroom….but I'm not sure if he's the one providing for me since Prince Kelvin claims to be the one-night-stand guy and the one providing for me.” I exhaled a deep breath. Even though I hate Tyrion, I would take his advice this time by being cautious when it comes to Prince Kelvin.

And beside, why would the Moon Goddess bestow a heartless bastard, who had taken the lives of many as the fated mate of an innocent girl? I know I am brutal, but my illegitimate brother, Vogarth, was more deadly. His brutality had no limit and knew no one, not even family. It's true the powerful households betrayed themselves a lot, but our family, The Demarcos’ was different. We believed in family bonds and hated betrayers. I feel it's a thing for us because we are the richest family in the whole of North America, and our lineage holds the royalty position of this pack. Vogarthy’s mother was my father’s concubine, but she was lucky to conceive three years before my mother. Which made Vogart

CASSANDRA POV "Mom, please don't make me go," I whined, slowly getting up from my bed. Unfortunately, today was the day of my engagement which I was not looking forward to, considering I'm engaged to the one and only Alessandro Russo. Alessandro and I met a couple of years back and from what I saw, he was extremely ruthless and quite insane. However, since my father passed away, I had to get married to secure a male leader for our mafia - a worthy successor.

“We’ve been away from the myriad realms for a long time, so we are unfamiliar with many of the current powerhouses and living beings.” “Indeed.” Jaime nodded. “You are all great Wyrth powerhouses, so allow me to give you a brief introduction.” With that, he made a gesture in the void in front of him, conjuring a long scroll that glowed with brilliant colors. Each face on the scroll left a deep impression on James and Thea’s souls. The Thirteen War Kings of the Jademora Empire included the First War King, Seraphon War King, who was Clayton Sindward.

"She always saw past the arrogant asshole, why can't you do same now that she needs it? I need to leave. I ought to be somewhere. Seb is in good hands. I had Tareem treat him, himself" "Who is Tareem? I have heard alot about him, your highness ", I bow curtly. "He is trouble. He is the son of Darc- the successor to the Darc empire and the best sorcerer ever had. He is my nephew. If you think Davil and Sasha is arrogant, wait till you meet Tareem Darc. If he comes close to Sasha, shield him from her. He is only around when he needs to rain havoc or has an agenda in mind "

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

Hi, I’m Ashthelyn. I don’t really have a last name, but I learned it is customary to take your parents’ name in this realm. My father is Luferine, King of Ethos. So I introduce myself as Ashthelyn Luferine, rather than Ashthelyn of Ethos, 6th daughter of his Majesty King Luferine the Ender. This world has many biblical senses of Hell.

His face was still incomplete, but his eyes burned brighter. He extended a hand. “Come. Rise as the son you were meant to be.” Emory hesitated, then took it. The moment their hands met, the altar’s light dimmed. Emory’s veins burned, gold bleeding into black, until both colours swirled together beneath his skin like molten metal. The King leaned close, his breath cold and heavy as winter. “You are mine now, Emory Lannister. The last wolf born of betrayal. The bridge between blood and shadow. When the sun rises red, you will lead them, and burn the world clean.”