Aerys Targaryen Novels & Stories

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

I whispered, soothing her tears. You know perfectly well who I am, Vienna, for we are cut from the same cloth. My blood courses through your veins and the thoughts in my mind are mirrored in yours. That’s why I love you, even though I never loved your mother; you remind me of myself. But in the end, it won’t be you sitting on my throne. It will be Cercei, my firstborn, the child of the woman I adore. She possesses a heart none of us can match, and she holds the North at her feet. Through her, my legacy will endure, and my empire will thrive. We only need to show her where she truly belongs, for she has been betting on the wrong side.

The girls no one cared enough to protect, the ones our packs could sacrifice without losing sleep over it. We weren't people to him. We were things. And now those things belonged to the Lycan King and his men. I watched the girl struggle in his grip, barely able to breathe. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. Then he threw her down hard. Her body hit the stone with a sickening crack, and I flinched. "You're lucky His Majesty doesn't want his new stock damaged before the games even begin," he said. "If it were up to me, I'd have ripped you apart already. Now crawl your sorry ass back into the crowd before I change my mind and finish the job."

I didn't want to be dragged into the middle of any drama. “What about her?” “What do you mean ‘what about her?’ You guys are fucking, that's what.” “So?” I stared at him in disbelief. “Really?” “I don't owe you loyalty, Arya, and neither do you.” “I'm not asking you for loyalty. I'm just asking to not be dragged into whatever love drama you have going on. I don't want to be third person.” “You're not.” He said immediately. “Well she doesn't seem to think so, does she?”

Khaleesi's pov; "Please! Khaleesi please! You can't do this to me. We've known each other for years and have shared the same thing! Please don't kill me. Spare me!" Dan's cowardly cry and plea to be spared was like the sound of a bug in my ears, pestering me and asking to be let go. One sniff and all I could smell was blood. The blood of his fallen warriors and not even one of my mine or neither Aodhàn's around us.

In my past life, Draken Vorgath—clan leader of the dragons—had been cold and aloof, and he'd never laid a hand on Arya. Still, I would try talking to him and asking for an heir. As long as I conceived, it wouldn't matter if he loathed sharing my bed again. If he refused… I bit my lips as my fingers brushed the pills I'd readied, hidden in my sleeves. One way or another, I would carry his heir, even if I had to drug him. As the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and Draken walked in. My breath caught. No one had warned me how striking he was!

“Your years prevent another. The time has come to discuss succession.” “And who would you see wear my mantle?” my father asked. His voice was still firm, though his knuckles whitened against the chair arm. Elder Jorah leaned in, thin lips curling. “There are Alphas ready to claim the chance. Young. Strong. Ambitious. Darius Blackthorn of Silverfang—his lineage is unbroken, his victories already spoken of. He would be a fitting heir.” The name burned in my ears. “Darius Blackthorn?” I burst out before I could stop myself. My voice rang louder than intended, slicing into the silence.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

His f‌in⁠gers‍ brushed along my j⁠a‍w, bef⁠ore gripping i‍t h‌ard enough to make my bo‌nes ache. “You t⁠hink you’re a pri‍z​e? A possession?” His eyes‌ b‌urned into m‌ine,. “Y‌ou’re w‍orse⁠ than that.‌ Y‍ou’re mine, Arya. An‍d the sooner you understand that, t‌he less it will hurt w⁠h⁠en​ I break you into exactly what​ I want.” The air in the c⁠ar f‌elt suffocating, my lungs r‍efus​ing to work

he growled as he stood up from his throne and walked towards us wearing black chained armor with the mark of the Winged Black Wolf. We were kept down by the shadows controlled by the god of death, but Ayla broke free as she transformed into her passive-aggressive form and ran in front of me to block her father's path. "You won't be able to touch Arie as long as I'm still alive, Father," she snarled while holding a sword against him. "Hah! So, you will only call me 'Father' with her around. I see. You were raised by Lev as his daughter's dog. I should have finished her off a long time ago and brought you back with Hera," he grumbled furiously while transforming into his aggressive form.