Daemon Targaryen Books Novels & Stories

The ceiling groaned. Through the smoke, a single figure emerged from the shadows unseen by both queens until now. A stranger, cloaked in black, eyes glinting like ice in the firelight. The stranger whispered softly, to no one in particular: “Two queens burn, and yet the ashes hide the one who decides the end.” The flames reflected in their eyes, promising a secret that neither mother nor daughter had anticipated. And in that moment, the war of fire, shadows, and vengeance became something far more dangerous: a game with an unknown player, and stakes that would consume the world.

She was like a vampire, hungrily draining my blood. I did not even think twice. I booted her off me like she was nothing but a dirty old rag. She sprawled by the door, panting like she had run a marathon. Her voice raspy as she cackled at me, "Bet you didn't see this coming, huh? Only the dead set for cremation get out of the morgue, and I was lying in wait, just thirsty for your blood, you little snake!" My blood fell to the floor and soaked into Jim, who was like a ghost. His see-through form turned a deep red, his eyes glowing with a fiery rage as he fixed his gaze on the key and the factory contract in my hand.

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.

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.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any kind of resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely simultaneous. I love and appreciate your comments. I gladly like to hear what any of you might say. With that all out of the way, I hope you enjoy this book. ♥WELCOME TO THE BOOK♥ ♥TAMING THE DRAGON♥ ❤ELYSIAN POINT OF VIEW❤

I wake up and notice Taran is gone. Letting out a sigh, I slowly get out of bed. At least I didn’t have any nightmares. Not knowing what else to do, I begin looking through dragon folklore. Though Taran and I have gone over things many times, I can’t help feeling like we are missing something. My searching doesn’t uncover anything new, so I look at one of the books Taran brought when flying me home. The book has spells and summarizes who, why, and when about the spells. I look at the summaries and find a name that sounds familiar. “Lyse Galno”

Daniel is the exact opposite of me, I admire him for not turning against dragons for what they did to his mother. "Your mother, where is she now?" I ask. "She is dead," he states calmly. "Dead? How?" I can't help but ask. "My mother killed herself a few years after I was born. It was his majesty that took me in. Being a half-blood, I have certain abilities. I would often unwittingly make things catch fire. His majesty found out about it, so he took me in and taught me how to get it under control,” he explains.

, HYBRIDS, AND MY PRIDE OUE FIRST GENERATION TRIBRIDS , THE ROYAL AMETHYST CRYSTAL MOON PACK WAS UNJUSTLY, WITH CAUSE ATTACKED TWICE IN ONE DAY FIRST OUR NEW ERA’S FIRST 8 OUT OF 9 1ST GENERATION TRIBRIDS WERE ATTACKED IN BOARD DAYLIGHT AND KIDNAPPED BUT ROGUE WOLFS AND ROUGE WITCHES THEN BY NO COINCIDENCE , MY 1ST OF 2 TRUE MATES FROM THE GODDESS WAS ALSO KIDNAP ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY, OUR CHILDREN WERE RETURNED TO US WITH OUT A HAIR HARMED ON THEM BUT MY 1ST MATE YOUR CONSORT TO THE QUEEN BRYAN DRACO ALLEN WAS VIOLANTELY, HENIOUSLY TORTURED WITH SILVER WHIPS AND CHAINS LACED WITH WOLFBANE AS WELL AS BEAR TRANQULIZER, HE HAD SIVLER SHAVING ALL AROUND OUTER LINING OF HIS HEART TH

I voice. Soren then clears his throat and stands up. "Might I suggest we try the Horde of Fates? From what I know, they were allies of your grandfather during the Fires of Alira. Surely they will help us," he suggests. "I did hear that the dragons of the Horde of Fates were the only dragons with magical affinities that sided with my grandfather," I say. "Then it is decided. You will travel to the Horde of Fates," Norveig confirms.