Aerys Targaryen Novels & Stories

Ryan’s grip tightened on the parchment. Then he reached the final lines. The targets of the hunt were listed clearly. Kaleb Wilder. Lyra Stormwalker. Ryan’s breath caught. Because he had heard those names before. Only once. From Aria. Her parents. Ryan’s eyes slowly lowered to the bottom of the decree. The signature waiting there confirmed everything. King Blackclaw. His father.

And I was sick of their constant pushing of daughters and nieces and cousins? "It's strategic," I said finally. "They want an heir so desperately? I'll give them one. But not on their terms. By choosing an omega with no family or connections, I keep their slimy claws away from my throne." ‘Liar.’ My wolf, Todd, stirred in the back of my mind. ‘You know that's not the real reason.’ I shoved him down, focusing on the stone walls of the castle. "That makes sense," Hayes said, though I caught the skeptical note in his tone.

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.

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.

I was the key. And the Royal Shadows would stop at nothing to control what I could not yet understand. “Aerisyr daughter of Elisyr.”

“Even if I am a bit jealous.” “I think she’s planning something.” “Arya isn’t planning anything I think. She’s just a young woman looking for a daddy figure,” I said, though I wasn’t sure I believed it. “Maybe that’s what she wanted to talk about earlier.” He looked away and ran a hand through his hair. “Sawyer told me more about her past tonight. Arya’s an orphan. She had no one. Her parents died just after they joined the Ironfang Pack. The warriors took her in, and she trained harder than anyone else. Sawyer noticed her because she beat half the warriors in the ring, even though she’s so small. Eventually, he made her his deputy.”

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.

Lem, let go of her. "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

“Yes, liefhe (love). It is from the Song of Ice and Fire book series, which is what the show is based on. My father was obsessed with the books. When he found out that I would be a girl, he convinced my mother to name me after the high-born girl turned deadly warrior. He said that an alpha’s daughter needed a fierce name.” Both Devin and I startle and Arya covers her mouth with her hand. She looks more surprised than anything. “Alpha’s daughter?” Devin asks, his voice full of questions.

I said smiling at her and handed her the cup with my blood. She took it and looked me in the eyes, "I Arya Knox, princess of Zanaerys, daughter of Alpha Maximo Knox and Luna Hannia Knox accept you my King Alpha Lanox North as my mate and life partner and I accept my bond with the North Clan as their Luna Queen, I promise to be fair and protect them." said Arya and I could not help but raise my head with pride, as she took from the cup, drinking my blood, sealing our union with her words.