Daemon Targaryen Daughters Novels & Stories

she whispered. Matteo frowned. “Who?” Her gaze locked on the distant silhouette as it vanished into the mist. “The ones who took Luna.” Lightning flashed across the sky, splitting the clouds. And somewhere beneath that thunder, a message flickered through the encrypted comms of the Blood Kingdom’s network: THE DAUGHTER RISES.

Lyanna said without turning. "I know exactly what you meant," Meredith said. Damoew was looking at his daughter with the expression he'd worn in the valley pass the night before the battle—measuring, steady, deciding what the terrain required. "I'll find someone," he said. "I know someone," Lyanna said. "Of course you do," Damoew said. The yard was recovering—people moving again, voices starting up, the moment absorbed and filed. This was their Alpha Supreme's daughter. They'd known she carried something unusual. Now they'd seen it.

Crackling over hidden wires came his words, sharp against the hush of high walls and cold chandeliers. "Ladies and gentlemen," Paul began, his voice deep and wise. "An Alpha is incomplete without his mate, just as the night is incomplete without the moon. Today, under the witness of the Moon Goddess and the eyes of the world, we gather to witness the union of two souls. Leon Vareth Targarion has chosen his Luna, and today, House Targarion welcomes Rhea Valeria into our eternal embrace." Breath stuck in my chest. Sweetness dripped from Paul’s voice, nearly wiping out the memory - this very man claiming yesterday I didn’t belong to myself anymore.

Samson Wood said, “Boss, I will arrange someone now to find the woman named Vany. Once we locate Vany, Ryan will stop helping Conley. You can even recruit Ryan and kill two birds with one stone.” Thomas pondered for a moment. “It’s okay to arrange someone to find Vany, but don’t use her as leverage. If you do that, what is the difference between me and Conley?” Samson asked, “So boss, you plan to…” Thomas pursed his lips slightly and said, “Do you know of the fictional character, Daenerys Targaryen in her quest to recruit Tyrion Lannister in ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’?” Samson blushed awkwardly.

“You always wanted to be with someone better, so I’ll free you to do so.” “Talon-” “Harlyn Caris Wade,” “Talon, don’t-” “Daughter of the Alpha, Alastair Wade,” tears fell from his eyes as he said this. “I, Talon Hayes Slaughter, Beta, and son of Beta Toran Slaughter…reject you.” Harlyn stumbled back, and crumbled to her knees in pain. Valene rushed to her as she wept there on the floor.

He used to physically torture Arya a lot. Even when Arya got pregnant, due to the physical torture, her twin babies died. She suffered a lot, just because she was too kind to her sister who was not like her. Arya was a talented, confident, hard working woman. Everyone praised her and assumed she would be the next successor of her family because her mother had only twin daughters. Sarah, who got everything from the start, wants to be the next successor. That's why she ruined her sister's life. Even their parents don't care for Arya because Sarah was a good actor from the start who pretended herself as a victim as her sister bullied her.

There was a moment of silence as we all watched Tyrion take a substantial amount of gulps before giving a response. “Well…it's a lucky day because I brought you a souvenir,” Tyrion, belched, and dropped his drink. He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the table towards me. “Beta Damon’s wife, Lisa, and his three-year-old son, Jayden.” I almost choked on my drink. “Wait what?” A sly smile gradually drew at the corner of my lip. “Could you please draw me a clearer picture?” I asked, leaning back into my seat.

**“To the Dawlya Council: You attempted to take the life of my sentinel. You attempted to assassinate a royal mate. This is an act of war. You have attacked my daughter’s Circle Keeper and therefore you have attacked the Draynor Throne. Effective immediately, the Daughters of Dawlya are considered hostile entities. Ashbarrie and Draynor forces will respond accordingly. If you wish to negotiate, you may send a delegation. Choose wisely. Her Majesty, Queen Brieanika of the Draynor.”**

Everyone stared at Rosemary. "That's impossible," Elder Marcus said. "The royal bloodline was destroyed. King Aldric and Queen Lyanna had no surviving children." "They had three children," Francisco corrected. "Everyone knows about Princess Elena, who died in the attack. But what they don't know is that Queen Lyanna was pregnant with twins. Princess Elena, and a second child—a son—who was born after the attack." Margaret was crying now. "Please, stop. You don't understand what you're doing."

"A prophecy? What prophecy?" "I don't know the details yet. Something about convergence, about balancing bloodlines." Recognition dawns in her eyes. "The Silvermoon child," she breathes. "That's you?" I tense, ready to bolt if necessary. "How do you know that name?" "Everyone in the underground knows the story," she says, her entire demeanor changing. "The daughter of Jorah Silvercrest and Lyra Moonshadow, hidden away for her own protection. The child who would unite the bloodlines and end the war."