Aemond X Daemon Novels & Stories

we hear from the crowd then I see Soren step forward, and I frown in confusion "I am the actual son of Zues so I'm more qualified to be Emporer than someone who's bloodline is so diluted but if you hand over the crown right now no one will get hurt" he says as I gape in surprise I hear my husband respond but I'm too shocked to listen to what he says then I see Soren muster up a lightning bolt and throw it a Storm but I manage to put up an ice wall just in time to block the attack "Aw, yes, the daughter of Hades, you stopped me this time, but I'm not done yet."

Madam, if it will be late, you can leave your car keys to Noel so that he can bring your car to your home tonight," Roxan suggested to Kristina. Kristina widened her eyes at Roxan. "Who is Noel?" asked Mr. Gracer. "He is our Supervisor here, Mr. Gracer. He used to be Madams' driver when there are important appointments and urgent matters for our clients. He is Madam's neighbor too," Roxan said. "Okay. Tin you may just let Noel bring your car and then I will send you tonight to your home. Would that be fine with you?" Mr. Gracer asked her.

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

“Yes, on my mother's mother's side. He turned in his chair and pushed up his shirtsleeve to show off the tattoo on his chest. another arm. It was his own totem pole, done in the Aboriginal art style, showing the skeleton and internal organs. She looked down at her arm, then reached out to follow the features. - A eagle? — Sea eagle. The woman's soft touch sent a thrill through Damien's body, reminding him of the intimacy they had shared, and he shuddered. She pushed back her hand and focused on his face. “A Chinese dragon on an arm. The Chinese grandmother. You were born in the year of the dragon, weren't you? He nodded, cracking a smile. No one would ever say that Theresa is a

Once the door closed, she got up and rubbed her burning behind, oh for the love of god, her behind felt like the king's furnace. She unpacked her backpack. She hadn't realized she was crying until she tasted salty tears. In the meantime, Dominic walked from the maid's quarters and stopped on his way to the castle. He found a nearby bench that faced his mother's rose garden. Why was his pulse suddenly racing? He took in deep breaths to calm himself. Had he taken things too far with the little girl, he should stop thinking of her like that. She did say, she was old enough. He looked at his palm under the moonlight light. He could still feel her flesh as it came into contact with his hand.

Or would they keep thinking I had something to do with his condition if I showed them? The guard looked pointedly at me with a deep scowl on his face, daring me to anger him further. Now he had an audience, people he had to please. If I didn't play my cards right, I would end up rolling all over the floor, clutching my slit throat while I slowly bled to death. Showing Amelia what she stood to lose had worked. It was worth a try. “I know you don't know me, but I am a very important asset to Damon. He brought me here for a specific reason which he is yet to share with the rest of the Kingdom. If you kill me, you'll have a lot to lose…”

Dax leaned against a wall, his cedar scent strong, as he wiped his dagger. Cee sat nearby, her hazel eyes wide, her seer pendant glowing faintly. “Damon’s the key to ending everything.” I said, my fingers flying across the keyboard, hacking into his comms. Despite our victory, him being out there was a loose end I couldn't afford to keep. My attunement sharpened every signal. The screen flared, revealing encrypted messages—Damon’s orders to Bloodclaw, coordinating the shard theft, the vault breach, every attack. My wolf snarled, my heart pounding. “He’s their mastermind.”

“You believed that your rules applied to me. And I could not even turn off my powers if I wanted to, holding back is not an option for me.” “Who was your father?” Xena asked. “Why do you even care,” Emma scoffed. “You are already dead.” “I suspect that he may be alive,” Xena said. Emma stopped in her track. “That is the second time I am hearing that.” “So, tell me his name,” Xena pressed. “Grimkeeper.” “He goes by Adam now, and your mother uses him as her sex toy.

Daemon asked while dialing someone on his phone. “Negative. They blocked all the routes from here. The only remaining alley is our secret road.” “No, no. Do not give them the coordinates. What’s the fastest time they can get here?” Henry sighed. “Two hours.” “Fucking shit! We’ll all be rotting shits by that time! Who are they?” “Don Frasco’s mercenaries.” Daemon gritted his teeth. “That fucking old coward. He never learned his lesson.” He gazed at her and came up to a decision.

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.”