Aerys Targaryen Novels & Stories

By the time she stood up and ran out, the heads of her parent slept on the grass like ground, their blood pouring from their neck to their bodies damaging their white and blue respective apparels with its red sinful color. Then slowly she raised her eyes to behold the evil hearted Alpha sitting majestically on his throne like a god, his heartless eyes were stone cold as they gazed at her parents corpses. Then slowly he raised his head up smirked at her,stood up, got on his horse and took off along with his men. * Aeris crawled on her belly unable to breath as she called his name in a low choked voice. "Caelan.. Caelan" She called crawling on her belly slowly to him.

"What do you mean?" "Averi Mortala is the first born prince. He is male and that automatically grants him a birth right to rule this kingdom... he is acknowledge as the crown prince of Arryn until the King died when he is seven or eight? I am not sure but at the very same year. He adbdicate the throne to Orius, his younger brother though for me, he is the perfect cut for the title." Malik smiled at me. He rested his arm above my shoulder, "If he didn't abdicate the throne. It was him who is going to be your husband and not Orius."

she asked, shaking the silky material a little. "Yes, it's lovely. You really know my taste flora" i said with a wink and she blushed. "White is my favourite" i added. i have always loved white because it matches with my beautiful long white hair. My name is Destiny and I will be turning 18 tomorrow. I am the only daughter and princess of cloud kingdom. My dad is a worrior, a powerful fighter and he always tells me that i will be a great warrior and princess and to always use my power for good.

Arya cried as tears trickled down her cheeks. He proceeded to take off her top. Arya struggled to escape from his grip but he was a lot stronger than she is. "HOW DARE YOU BASTARD," they heard a voice roar fiercely and Jeremy quickly stopped and glanced over to the room entrance. Ronald stood there, in fury, his eyes bloodshot and his palm fisted tightly, he looked like a lion ready to pounce and devour its prey. "Ronald," Arya called weakly. "You are so dead, asshole, " Ronald yelled angrily matching towards him, he seized him by the collar and threw him across the room.

A modest fortress in Gothic shape clung to the rim of a sharp drop. “This is… where we live?” I said, surprised at how lovely yet empty it looked. There it stands, the redness, Leon said, staring at the structure without shifting his stare. Home to the Targaryons’ deepest sleep, the oldest of tombs Right after touchdown on the pad near the lodge, sharp alpine wind stung my arms. Waiting below, Oliver had already arrived, leaning against a dark, armored car. Without speaking, he lifted our bags into the back, moving like clockwork, steady as ever.

The pendant against my chest pulsed once feeling warm, then still. Outside my window, dawn painted the fortress walls gold giving off a sense of normalcy. But that was a lie. ‘Normal’ was the last word anyone would use to describe recent events. Somewhere beyond those walls, more girls were awakening. More bonds were stretching. And something ancient was beginning to remember. A knock interrupted my thoughts and I already knew who it was. “Come in.” Rael entered. He looked worse than yesterday. The exhaustion sat heavily on him now. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his forearms and his jaw was shadowed with stubble. A man trying to hold together a kingdom that no longer wanted to remain whol

You will serve the guests tonight her stepmother continued coldly and try not to embarrass this family for once Before Ariana could answer, the large doors of the hall suddenly opened. Every warrior in the room instantly stepped back Fear filled the air. The Shadowcrest royal guards had arrived. Black armor, Silver wolf symbols ,Cold expressions and behind them stood the man people feared most, KING KAEL DRAVEN , THE RUTHLESS LYCAN KING. Ariana's breath was caught in her throat the moment their eyes met , it was Silver

In her hand, she held Xarion’s letter. “My father wants me to come to him alone,” she began, voice steady despite the storm in her chest. “If I don’t, he’ll kill Kade.” A rumble of growls spread through the room. Kade’s eyes burned. “I’d like to see him try,” he muttered. “You think he can’t?” Aria asked, turning to him. “He’s the Night King, Kade. He turned my mother into a weapon. He raised me in darkness before I even knew who I was. He’s killed his own blood before. Don’t underestimate him.”

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.