Aemond X Lucerys Novels & Stories

Make someone flinch. Elarion didn’t. His expression didn’t even flicker. The muscular guy’s grin widened. “My name’s Aurel Lysel. From the House of Lysel.” The Clan of Lysel. A noble house. Old blood. Known for warriors. Their ancestors were said to defeat dragons in the past. Aurel finally released the grip and gave a single approving nod. “You’re strong. I like that. How about we become mates?” Elarion blinked once.

“Aldrich, this is Clement’s handwriting. He found the cure.” “Are you sure?” he asked doubtedly. “He is the only one who would’ve figured it out,” I exclaimed, feeling like I could skip across the room. I read over the list of ingredients and then closely examined the salve; it was a dark, brown tinted black, slime looking jelly. It would’ve seemed suspiciously ominous if I didn't recognize the color of the blood mixed in it with. I couldn’t believe he practically saved another important person in my life, and he wasn’t here for me to properly thank him. I mentally vowed that I would somehow compensate tomorrow when I saw him.

"Alright, then. You may enter." Then, Lucy allows them to come inside her house with Brynjar leading the way; there were only five men with him. The wise man saw the house and noticed that it was organized entirely and deeply cleaned. Lucy always made sure that her house was clean, and she taught Lagertha how to clean up on her own. The men of Anduin were ancient and were men of peace, even though the news they bring can cause quite an uproar. And before any of them could say anything to welcome each other, Lagertha walked out of her room and saw the older men with Lucy.

Aemon commented with frustration to them. "We can pay," Frederick said but rolled his eyes at him as if he resented him. "Sir Aemon?" one of his men went inside and interrupted their conversation. "Yes?" he asked. "Can I have a word?" he asked. Aemon crossed his eyebrows but also nodded. "I'm coming," he replied. "What is it?" Lily asked. "No idea, I'll be back." He left them there and the conversation continued. "Do you need anything?" he asked one of his men. The man sighed before giving him the brown envelope.

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.

I couldn't blame him, though; no one could hear the car's soft-running engine unless they possessed power like mine. Being a Lycan, I not only had sharp eyesight that could see through thick darkness, but I could pick up any smell or hear anything, even if it was still miles away. "Doctor Kedeva is approaching; open the gate for him." I said it firmly, emphasizing the urgency in my voice. The guard hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and reaching for the gate controls. The car drew closer, and I sensed the increased thumps in my heart. I was happy that Sony could finally get a treat and mad at Kedeva at the same time. He knew how important he was at the pack and that he was suppose

THIRD PERSON'S POV Alessandro watched Carly with a smile as she walked away until she was out of sight. "Boss." Leonardo called out, bringing him back to reality. "Take this and put it safe in the vault in my office." Alessandro ordered handing the Marriage contract file to him. "Sure Boss." He said with a bow before he left. Alessandro took a seat on his favorite chair as Mr. Tyrion Lannister Luca walked in with about twelve guards. Tyrion was the only son of his father's younger brother.

He was one of the former paladins of Lycaon who sided with Veto and betrayed the king. "Don't you think we are thinking about this too much? In fact, we are not sure at all. Winter only saw a rip piece of an old letter with just few words written on it. Tch, how credible is that?" Hamlet scoffed and crosses his arms. "Haven't he seen a piece of an old letter addressed to Lycaon's loyal dog, Priam? Isn't that enough?" Nemesis, the third of the lower grand and one of the only two mages in the kingdom said swinging his wand into the air.

His face was still incomplete, but his eyes burned brighter. He extended a hand. “Come. Rise as the son you were meant to be.” Emory hesitated, then took it. The moment their hands met, the altar’s light dimmed. Emory’s veins burned, gold bleeding into black, until both colours swirled together beneath his skin like molten metal. The King leaned close, his breath cold and heavy as winter. “You are mine now, Emory Lannister. The last wolf born of betrayal. The bridge between blood and shadow. When the sun rises red, you will lead them, and burn the world clean.”

LIGHT'S POV My name is Light, Light Greyjoy, daughter of Liara and Aaron Greyjoy. Although most people say you act as you're named, some say your name determines what you are. However, I was different or maybe they were hypocrites, as in my case, I was the complete opposite of my name, I was darkness, I was terror and I was destruction. I didn't bring joy and happiness like my parent and everyone else expected, rather I was the terror that hunted their night. I was their darkness, I was their pain, their fear, and their tears. I light greyjoy, was the greatest villain of my time.