Aemond Targaryen Wattpad Novels & Stories

“Then I’ll hunt them in the dark.” She turned toward the north horizon where crimson lights pulsed faintly in the distance the signal fires of the Crimson Pact. “Let them whisper their prophecies,” she murmured. “I’ll write the ending myself in blood and flame.” As thunder broke, Vienna’s bells clanged once more, echoing like the toll of resurrection. And far away, in the catacombs beneath the ruined cathedral, Amara’s voice rose in a low chant. “The Circle never broke… it only waited.”

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

No wolf wants to be a rogue, we aren't built to be alone, or live alone. Aerilyn crosses her arms, "Fine," she deadpans, catching me off guard. Her eyebrows raise, and she takes a step closer, "I, Aerilyn Grey...", "Don't," I warn. I didn't think she'd actually do it, "Reject the Ferum Pack as my home," she finishes, and my legs start to tingle.

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.

He knelt beside the dead man, wiped the blood off his blade, and then turned his gaze back to me. “I apologize for that,” he said, his voice smooth but dangerous, like silk wrapped around steel. “No true man should ever raise his hand to a woman. Especially not one carrying life.” I stared at him, my breath coming in uneven gasps. “Who…who are you?” He smiled faintly. It wasn’t warm, it was the kind of smile predators wear when they’ve already caught their prey. “My name,” he said, his voice slow, deliberate, “is Aemond. Aemond Blackfyre.”

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

"I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out. "When I was a lad I fo

"I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out. "When I was a lad I fo

TYRION. “I'm not going home with you. The driver can take you home since your parents aren't even asking for you." I retorted at Ava, who stood still staring at me. I was drunk. I did it to myself intentionally. How dare that Alpha Prince show up to claim to be Eden's lover? Were they truly dating? Ava tried to hold me, but I resisted. “Don't lay your hands on me. I have to be alone.” “We can still go back home, and you will be alone. You engaged me today and wouldn't want to spend time with me, huh?" She scratched her head and came forward again.

“There's something I want to tell you and I don't know how you're going to take it. But I've been thinking about it for a very long time and I think I'm right. I just can't prove it yet.” He dropped his bowl of ice cream and sat up to face me. “What is it? I'm listening.” “I think Aemond is involved in dark magic. I think he knows much more than he's saying. He and Silas are friends, there's no way he's not in on the plan to kill me and take my powers. He can tell us everything we need to know.” It took him some time to understand what I was saying. “You mean, my dad is also an enemy?”