Daemon Targaryen Books Novels & Stories

No one would, for they knew going against their King would end them up dead. Sitting atop his horse, Toban smirked down at the village below him. Dragons in different shades of red and grey flew around breathing fire on the once happy village. This is what he wanted. He wanted the village to remember who their king was and who their king would always be. Once Toban had the Great Book, he would be able to live forever. The power the book would give him would be enough to have him living for many moons to come. Hearing the scream of his people, Toban turned to look at his general. "I want all of them brought back to the Palace at once."

Ty I was training with my brother and Tommen in the gym, it was just three of us who were sharing jokes. Tommen was about sixteen when we died and his father was killed along with us because he refused to bend a knee to Roman. His father Kenrig was loyal to Aidan's throne but he told his family to survive and avenge him when it was right before being killed by Roman. His brothers bent a knee along with his mother and two sisters to survive, he always knew we would be back somehow and he trained hard for years unknown to Roman as his family was made omegas because of their father. Addison had recruited him in the early years and his family joined the rebellion to avenge their father. His moth

“We don’t even know where the hell it is.” Myrra folded her arms, smirking. “Don’t we?” She stepped toward the crumbling shelves, brushing dust off an aged scroll. With careful hands, she unraveled the brittle parchment, revealing an intricate map. The ink was faded, but the details remained intact—mountains, rivers, long-forgotten cities. And there, marked in the deep south beyond the Vale of Shadows, was a name that made Elior’s breath catch in his throat. Dawnfire.

“If you don’t want to study, why don’t you read about The Great Clash so you can learn about our previous elf war.” “Yhen, I already have access to everything I need to know in your head. I can zip through your extensive memory banks and find what I need. That’s much more fun than going through some old, moldy elvish books.” “Excuse me, my books are not moldy, my dragon.”

Daeira POV I was halfway through a cup of tea in the war room when the portal flared in the corner like someone had just slapped a hole in the air. Out stepped Tarin and Thessaly, Tarin looking smug as sin, Thess looking like she’d just robbed the gods blind. Which, knowing them, wasn’t far off. Tarin strode right to the table and upended her satchel. Ancient tomes, black sealed ledgers, scrolls bound in silks the color of dried blood, enough dangerous magic to get them both executed in a dozen kingdoms, spilled across the map.

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“I do.” Magnus covered his mouth with one hand, though I noticed the corners of his lips twitch. Even Ragnar looked suspiciously close to smiling. I narrowed my eyes at all three of them. “You planned this.” “No,” Ragnar answered with complete seriousness. “We merely expected this reaction.” Valerian pushed the top book a little closer to me. The leather cover looked older than anything I had ever touched. “The Founding of the Iron Fang Empire.” The second followed. “Political Structure of the Northern Kingdoms.”

Looked at Sera with attention that had weight behind it. "Edda," she said. "I have kept this library longer than this castle has had its current Alpha." "Sera Vale." "I know who you are." A pause that landed specifically. "I knew you were coming." The words settled in the room like something that had been waiting to be said. Sera looked at those ancient washed-out eyes that carried the knowledge of someone who had read centuries of pack history and understood exactly what they were looking at. "The book," Sera said. "What is it?"

She sends him flying into the wall. She walks to the window where her dragon sets fire to the kingdom of Gandigos, “It was nice seeing you again, Regi.” The king's feels his view start to fade as he watches her walk away into the thunderstorm. RISE OF LEGENDS Book #1 In TLOA Series A.C Elegbede

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.