Aerys Targaryen Novels & Stories

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

She warned me. I looked over for a place I could sit but to my luck there was none. Everyone had already been seated and I was the only one left. The teacher found my discomfort and spoke up..."Aiden can you please share your seat" the teacher said. I looked over to see who it was and as soon as my eyes landed on him I was knocked out of breath. He was absolutely perfect his Short coal black hair fell gracefully over his forehead, his sharp jaw and full lips complimenting more to his handsomeness. His orbs as blue as ocean as if i would drown any seconds watching them. His tanned body with perfectly sculptured abs and his shirt clinging to his body as a second skin. He was the defination of

What was it about her that had me ready to give up everything I believed in? She was nothing more than a warrior sent by the Alpha King. That alone makes her life span shorter than most. Not only in this war but in general. Most warriors didn’t live long. Leaving the room, I wandered down the hall until I reached the stairs that would take me downstairs. I told Julian to let me know when the rogue woke, but I was curious. I had noticed he moved differently than the other infected we have come across. It was a bit surprising that Taelin decided to bring him back though. She was proving to be more valuable than I had originally considered. Yet the draw I had to her was troubling. Maybe it was

"I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out. "When I was a lad I fo

Elder magus Charles Rowan alias his Father boomed "The ripple in the system has left us all unbalanced and the cause is not other than our own Shay Morrigan!" At the mention of her name, the entire gathering stilled for a moment followed by an indistinct chatter, Erick's face scrunched up in a frown, he'd realized his father's intention, as a master tactican like his father, he recongized his skills in a heartbeat, Dear old dad was letting them marinate in their own fears, everyone here had been a prick to Shay, His father most especially, she was threat enough with her freakish base abilities, armed with magic, she could very much wipe out clans and packs if she so wished it.

He demanded. The King taken aback simply and firmly said "I suggest you watch your tone Alpha." Letting his aura slip out just enough to show the Alpha who he was speaking to then continued. "As I was saying she is not a rogue. She is my daughter. You can unmask yourself now, Arya." "I’m sorry My King." Alpha josh said and collected himself a little more before he continued. "What are you talking about? Unmask herself?"

Everyone struggles in their life, it was just written in different circumstances. Aries went out of the room and walked out of the hut, watching the stars on the night sky as it finally clears out. He could hear the sweet voice of his wife humming a lullaby to the already fast asleep young lady lying in their room. He heaved a sigh and sat on the threshold of their home. "I don't need to inquire to know who she is, Frey... I already know who she is and I hope that we can keep her for long because surely people will eventually look in this kingdom, even here in the outskirts is not safe for her." It is not that he did not inquire on town about families that had been assassinated the past week

"Sorry I have only just been able to join the fight, I hate summer waiting for the night to come. I have been hearing the battle and hated not being able to help in anyway and not know if you were safe or not Keira." I nod to him. All of a sudden one of the archers runs towards us yelling "Alma." The little girl runs out from between us and runs to his arms. He picks her up and holds her tight. "They saved me Daddy." He places Alma on the ground and kneels on the floor. Prince Arizer I thank you for saving the life of my daughter. "It was Keira who killed the monster about to hurt Alma, you owe her not me your thanks." He turns towards me still on his knees.

She drank de Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron