Aemond Targaryen Wattpad Novels & Stories

“Aemond dared me to eat seven macarons.” “Seven?” I gaped. “They were tiny,” Aemond said as he approached, shameless and laughing. He was a picture of rebellion in black and silver, a cigarette tucked behind one ear. “Besides, the kid won.” Sebastian chuckled low beside me. “That’s because Aemond bet against him. He wanted to lose.” “I love losing money to this one,” Aemond said, ruffling Tobias’s hair. “He’s got more guts than I did at his age.”

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.

I yelled, hopping into the car and zooming off. I made it to the dockyard in twenty minutes. My tires screeched to a halt in front of a warehouse. I stepped out, my shoes crunching on the pebbles as I hurried into the storehouse. Tracing the soft whimper and voices, I walked in on Tyrion and his men. “Who do we have here?” I taunted, taking off my gloves. “Welcome Aemond!” Tyrion greeted, making way for me to see a brown-haired lady, bound by her feet to the chair she sat on while he cradling tight on her son.

Stark. Thamer took a deep and set a comfortable gaze at her too. Even he's in the form of his demon body, he wasn't as strong as he was before because his six demons abandoned him the time he began to choose the human world because of his never-ending love for Adoneram's mom, his wife. "Sure. I'll do what I can do but I can't promise if we can revive Stark's heart to beat again!" Thamer told her. Yennifer sigh and nods her head.

he queried once more, if she will agree, he’ll handle the rest of it even if it appears to be tiresome. With a slight nod, Andromeda gave her response, her turquoise eyes were focused on the kelps she had been eating. “Later, when I get back, I’ll teach you more words,I see that you are a fast-learner, knowing the definition of an assassin in such a short time,” Azrael complimented, he had been dealing with a spoiled sister ever since, scanning Andromeda’s personality, her and his little sister’s personality, Aria didn’t seem to have a lot of differences.

Before I could panic, my eyes met Dymon’s, and the sheer reminder of his presence, the calm, unwavering look in them made me feel a bit more grounded. “Direwolves of the Syllian Isle, I have invited you all the day to celebrate the return, of my long lost, and yet most certainly beloved granddaughter Feyre. We all know what happened to my daughter Amelia, and the blight it cast upon my family.” He looked sad now, and paused, as if reflecting on his dead daughter, regret clear on his face.

'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.

He says "Why?" I ask him with a raise of my brows. "Because it's Romantic.." He answers and I roll my eyes and fall to my back on his bed. "In just a couple of days my life has changed drastically. I'm a wolf, I'm adopted, I'm the beta's mate." I laugh to myself. "It's all so crazy.." "You have me and Aaron and Lexi and Tony to help you through it. We're here for you. I am here for you. You don't have to go through it alone." Reece says laying on his back next to me.

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

Liam was King Pendragon, the man who was adored by the people and feared by the countries by the borders. That was too terrifying! At that moment, Trevyn felt a chill down his spine. He felt terrified from the depth of his soul and regretted his actions. He offended the commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors. He even tortured and humiliated the commander-in-chief's daughter and wife.