Aemond X Oc Novels & Stories

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.”

The Lord’s gaze now fell on the young prince who gave a deep bow. “I have heard about you from my friend Johan!” he continued, earning a raised brow from Johan. “I am a fire mage myself, and like Johan, I, too, am an advanced earth and metal mage. If it is not much trouble, I would love to join Johan and have the privilege of learning from you!” Lord Ombra kept silent, staring at Xander with a frown. “You are an Alcione from the direct line?” he finally asked. “That is right, Lord Ombra.” Xander replied with a wide smile.

One of the warriors approached me from behind, coughing to get my attention. “That was very brave of you, Miss Snow. You have a warrior's heart, and you are made for greatness.” He commended me. I smiled sadly and whispered my thanks for the compliment. “Thank you, General Harold. I’ll leave you to oversee their safe travel to the lycan dungeon. I need to get ready to head back home, I want to break this exciting news to my father. The rogues are finally defeated and now I’m ready to take my place as King,” Xander let out proudly, leaning to drop a peck on my forehead. I noticed a certain look on the general's face, but it disappeared before I could read meanings into it, and I wondered what

I tapped the screen, and the words appeared, stark and unyielding. Val Rhen. Dominion: Solas. Rank: 20.

The amulet at my throat occasionally pulses with warmth before cooling again, as if responding to unseen energies as we travel. By midday, we reach the foothills of the mountain range. The terrain grows steeper, forcing us to slow our pace. Dominic leads us confidently despite the lack of clear trails, his familiarity with the kingdom's geography proving invaluable. "How do you know these paths so well?" I ask him during a brief rest. "Alexander and I explored these lands extensively when we were younger," he explains, a shadow of grief crossing his features. "Before the weight of the crown settled so heavily on his shoulders. He always felt drawn to these mountains, though we never ventured

Joy asked when she noticed Penelope’s strange behavior as she appeared flushed and out of breath. Not saying anything Penelope looked away from the true blood’s direction, she needed to leave before she lost all control. All these new found feelings were very overwhelming for the omega and the fact that he was her husband’s nephew made her feel so guilty. Daniel on the other hand was no better than Penelope he became all hot and bothered after seeing her. was his rut close he asked himself or maybe he was just horny? After convincing himself that he was just sex deprived he decided to call on Cleopatra, an omega female that he had known for a long time and would occasionally warm his bed and

It tickled, and this time my laugh sounded real. “I'm Owen Winters, dummy. It's you I'm worried about,” he replied, his hands moving to my breast. “I'm Amelia Xavier, daughter of Dylan Xavier, one who doesn't fear a Xavier, doesn't fear anything at all.” I laughed, partly because he finally grabbed my breast and partly because my words sounded as though I were bragging. Owen laughed, his frosty eyes sparkled with a better emotion. I loved this man, but… fuck it.

“But you’ve got this. You do. You remember the choreography, right?” I nodded. My throat was too tight for words. Professor Marwood didn’t wait. “Amara Dorne of House Viremont, third-blood to Councilor Elaine Dorne, and Caelin Harren of House Myrren, first-son to the Delta Wardens of southern Lirath. Step forward.” Another pair.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

Sophie and Alpha Jones hesitated in the hotel hallway. A small guy, probably a teenager stood in the entrance of their hotel room. He was obviously waiting for them. "Hello, is there any problem?" Alpha Jones asked him. "Lots of problems" the guy responded tightening his face to show his anger. "I'm sorry, we don't know you" Sophie challenged him. "I am Redmond, I am the first son of Alpha Claud" he said slowly and walked close to them. "I've been to the south a few times, seven or so if I can remember properly" he murmured.