Aerys Targaryen Novels & Stories

asked Athelstan, almost through gritted teeth. Sumon noticed Kyros visibly stiffening his jaw, while a flash of fear passed over his face, only to be replaced by anger. Anger? Fear? What's on your mind Neyer? Sumon wondered thoughtfully. "Elhias is the king of Aeris and Elder, just as Taryn Fahan is queen of Elder and Aeris," Nathan explained without moving his gaze from Athelstan. The prince clenched his fists on the table and a flash of sadness passed through his face, before he looked down, then hoisted himself on his hands and rose to stand up. Kyros next to him stood up and looked straight ahead, as his face became harder and tighter, as did his body getting stiffer and stiffer.

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

（Third-person POV.） "Sent where?" Joric's voice trembled, but he fought to keep it steady. "To her mate's pack, of course," Marta replied, like she was talking about the weather. New mate? Joric’s mind went blank. "Who is her new mate?" He heard his own voice as if from a great distance. "The Alpha of Silvermoon," Marta said with a small laugh. "Alpha Torin. It's quite something, isn't it? For Faelan to be claimed by an Alpha that powerful."

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

“Then what?” She looked at him, pale and calm in the flickering light. “They’re not just targeting heirs. They’re coming for the serpent itself.” He frowned. “The crest?” “No,” she said softly. “The thing beneath it.” Before he could reply, the monitors went black every single feed across the empire cut to static. Then one screen flickered back to life. A single figure appeared, shrouded in shadow. The voice was distorted, inhuman. “You swore blood to protect the future.

They betrayed her once. This time, she'll make them pay. Arya died believing that loving the wrong people was her greatest mistake. Her husband, Ethan, her best friend, Chloe, and her own mother-in-law left her to face a world consumed by the infected. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn ninety days before the apocalypse, Arya knows exactly what awaits humanity—and the people who destroyed her. This time, she won't beg for love, sacrifice her fortune, or die for people who never deserved her. As the world descends into chaos, her enemies will discover that the woman they once used and discarded is now the one they should fear. The apocalypse is coming. And Arya's rev

I could instantly see that something about that question made him very uncomfortable at that moment, “The truth about her parents,” I stared at him questioningly, “Her parents are dead,” shaking his head he clenched his jaw as a deep frown spread across his face, “No, they’re not,” and I could only stare at him as confusion set in. He sighed once before continuing, “Alpha Warrick and Luna Blythe weren’t Arya’s real parents,” My eyes instantly widened in disbelief, “What?” “Her real mother is Luna Aster,” clenching my jaw I cocked my head as I stared at him in shock,

Arya remained silent and took her seat next toEon, facing he adoptive parents. “Here darling, have a piece of this. This is good for your health.” Vanessa chided. “Bethany, you should be taking care of you husband that way. You only think of yourself,” Mrs. Brown tried to provoke her, and wants to see her jealous reaction. Vanessa knew what her mother is trying to do. But Arya kept quiet and just eats her food. “Sister, I’m sorry. He is your husband, but Eon only lets me touch his food,’ Vanessa said pretending innocence.

He took in a breath. “Lyra of Dragonsbane,” Ryder spoke in his thoughts, not wanting to speak out. “The Khione girl of Dragonsbane troubles me.” General Mavrek d’Croix stood before his brother’s son and watched him, for four hundred and eleven years he had been ruler of Astaroth, taking the throne and leadership when he had only been a hundred and three years of age. At first, nobody had expected him to have lasted up to a year, he had been young, much too young to have assumed leadership over the kingdom of Astaroth then, and many wanted to usurp him from that position, but Ryder had been brave and courageous, and he had his uncle Mavrek at his side to keep him safe and advice him. He had

Our initials, R on one side and M on the other. It's beautiful. "Happy birthday.." He says again with a grin. "Thank you.." I tell him staring at him intensely. He's close to me again and I can feel the sparks. "Reece.." I start saying before he cuts me off. "Don't say anything. I know the situation between you and Charles, but Morgana you're mine, not his. I don't know how you're going to do it or when, but I think it's clear to you now, that you have to get rid of him.." He says.