Aemond Targaryen Novels & Stories

“Then what?” She looked at him, pale and calm in the flickering light. “They’re not just targeting heirs. They’re coming for the serpent itself.” He frowned. “The crest?” “No,” she said softly. “The thing beneath it.” Before he could reply, the monitors went black every single feed across the empire cut to static. Then one screen flickered back to life. A single figure appeared, shrouded in shadow. The voice was distorted, inhuman. “You swore blood to protect the future.

"I'll like to announce that from now on human vampires won't be treated lesser than the full ones,they're also allowed to stay in northern empire and royal house." "From now on,I will no longer be called Vador the dark lord but Aiden." "Hail your queen," Aleister shouted. "Queen," they all raised their voices. "I love you Aiden," Ava whispered with a weak smile. "You mean your dark lord" Aiden teased. "I love you more damsel" "She's too pretty Emma,"Addison blurted out. "I'm finer," Emma smirked. "So,is it time for our happily ever after?" Ava teased.

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

Demoleon assured, taking his arm. “De...Demoleon?” Amphidocus stammered, looking at him like he saw a ghost. “Yeah. It’s me. I’m not dead. Eurymedsua, Andromache, Europa, and Melite are all safe too.” he assured him, rubbing both the boy’s arms. There was a level of familiarity between them I didn’t want to ask about.

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 council 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's s

He clenches his fist into a ball, glaring down at the water. "The seas are marked by Assan, the king of the seas. He's now covered in Assan mark, blending in with the scent of the sea." I look back over at the alpha king's mate as she shifts back, slowly standing to her feet. I got what I need, they'll come for her. I walk over grabbing her by her arm, forcing her to walk, heading back.

I had never seen so many rogues together in such a well-organized camp. He invited me to his tent and offered me something to dress, eat, and drink. I accepted and sat at the table with him and his right-hand man. - Who are you? - I asked. - I'm the true heir of the Lycon Moon Pack. Jack, the father of the current alpha, killed my father when I was very young and threw me out. I swore I'd come back for revenge. Twelve years ago, I tried to win back Lycon Moon with the help of all these wronged rogues, but we were defeated. They are so cruel that, when they saw that one of the warriors identified me as the true alfa, they killed her. I think her name was Mary.

George was fine man but Arinthal made him so cruel and stubbon Eryndor took George aside and urged him to think of Lirien, his children, and his wife. George grasped the gravity of the situation for a moment or so and steeled himself for what was to come. Eryndor, sensing George's resolve, revealed his perilous plan, risking his own life by sharing the details. Initially, George was horrified, struggling to comprehend the audacity of Eryndor's words. As Eryndor shared experience of his own family and the cherished moments they had shared, George's skepticism gradually dissolved and gave way to a strong conviction. His intime motivation sparked a newfound sense of purpose and expectation, rev

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

He demanded. The King taken aback simply and firmly said "I suggest you watch your tone Alpha." Letting his aura slip out just enough to show the Alpha who he was speaking to then continued. "As I was saying she is not a rogue. She is my daughter. You can unmask yourself now, Arya." "I’m sorry My King." Alpha josh said and collected himself a little more before he continued. "What are you talking about? Unmask herself?"