Aemond Targaryen Novels & Stories

"How dare you, Jordan? I haven't settled the score with you! Do you know who's the man you've been calling a loser over and over again? He's the Guardian Deity of Biskeland, the famous commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors. He's the legendary King Pendragon That remark stunned Skylar and Jordan as they stood in place, feeling befuddled. Their minds went completely blank. After Jordan regained his senses, he took a couple of steps back. His gaze was evasive as she did not dare to even glance at Liam. He stuttered, "Adrian, you mean h-he is th-the commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors? The legendary and mysterious King Pendragon? How could that be possible? How could he be King P

"Tessa found out shortly after they bonded. She... she forbade Julian from bringing them here. Out of anger and fear. She feared a threat to your claim. So she arranged for the boy and his mother to be kept away. She financially supported them, but we all kept it hidden. Between me, your father, and your mother. But I fear he has grown to become a menace. Something we can’t control.” I was caught between fear, anger, and something else I could find the right words to describe. My hands trembled. “Who is he?” I queried. He hesitated before responding. “He is Aemond. The Beta of the BloodMoon pack. My heart sank into my stomach. “What the hell!”

She hissed at me as she went to open the door for our first pack Alpha. “Alpha Theodore Bronx, Alpha of the green woods pack, I brought my sons, Thomas and Timothy as one of my boys will be the next Alpha I hope you don’t mind Luna Riverwood.” A man’s voice said. I couldn’t see him from my seat but looking to Charlotte this was the reason she was here tonight. “Welcome Alpha, come on in. We are having everyone come to the sitting room to meet her so please follow me.” I heard the Luna’s voice come down the short hallway. I stood not wanting to but trying to make this go as well as it could. A tall man with black hair followed the Luna into the sitting room, I of course recognized the boys

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'

Of course today was a double ceremony, a double celebration for I would be crowded queen. The archimoon (archbishop in human terms) came forward and Elijah stepped back giving up space for the crowning. A servant came forward and his hands was a pillow that held a scepter, orb and a golden crown although smaller than that of Elijah's. The throne room was silent as the archimoon spoke. "Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern and protect the Peoples of the Lycan race which includes the United Kingdom and Northern Ireland, Canada, Australia, Africa and of your Possessions and the other Territories and packs to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to the law?" He asked.

Then, plan from there everything else. My name is Sebastian Stormcloak, and I am the King of the Vampires. 8 years ago, we attacked Deadly Nightshade as one of the rogues that works for me and saw her running around the pack boarders. She probably thought she wouldn’t have been seen as it was near a more isolated part of their boarders.

"Though I'm flattered you think I sound maternal." Cassie's eyes snapped open. She knew that voice. It was Dom. Dominic Hale. Marcus's younger brother and the black sheep the family didn't talk about at dinner parties because he was too embarrassing, too reckless, too everything that old money feared. "Go away, Dominic," Cassie said. "It's Dom," he corrected. "And I would, but you're sitting against the door and I'm assuming you don't want me to shove it open and send you sprawling across expensive outerwear."

Nelson took a slow drag from his pipe and said, "Kid, I just asked around but didn't expect a crowd. They all came to help, not asking for a dime." I gestured to the planks behind me, "Just turn them into some makeshift bows and arrows, that'll do." Despite their confusion, the folks eyed the old-timey planks and got to work, led by a few eager beavers. Nelson sat by me, puffing away in silence. "Wooden armor, huh? Only someone extraordinary could rock that getup." …… Jim was extraordinary, alright. He was the general of my infant spirits army. I had armed him with a bow and many arrows, and as twilight fell, I suited him up in the armor myself.

Everywhere I turned I was compared to her from his family, to the press and even the public. I stood up when Aemond Alistar walked down the stairs, looking as majestic as ever. He was almost like the exact image of Axel, just like he was the older version. He had streaks of gray hair scattered all over his black hair, his eyes were the exact blue color with Axel. They were the same people but the older version. He was a very powerful old man, even as he grew older, he still carried that grit and he was well respected. He walked with so much aura oozing out of him.

I blinked to try and clear my vision, my gaze started at the hands on my forearms and followed the trace of their arm up to their shoulder and up to their face. “Dan,” I exclaimed. His face was filled with anger. His grip tightened on my arms as he pulled me into him. “You’re mine,” he growled. I tried to pull free, but his grip was too strong. I looked over my shoulder to see Dominic coming towards us. “Let her go!” His voice was stern, angry and protective. Dan threw me to one side and squared up to Dominic. “She’ll never love you. She will always be mine.” Dan snapped.