Daemon Targaryen Harrenhal Novels & Stories

At the far end of the courtyard stood an older man with a scarred face and sharp eyes, Lord Dain. He stepped forward. “You claim to be the heir?” Rael stood tall. “I am.” Dain studied him, then scoffed. “We heard rumors of a lost prince. But rumors mean nothing in war.” Rael’s gaze remained steady. “Then let me prove it.” He reached into his cloak and pulled out a pendant, the sigil of the Cavareth line, an artifact only the royal bloodline could possess. Dain’s expression shifted. He reached for the pendant, fingers brushing its surface. Then, slowly, he nodded.

"She's coming with me. Otherwise, she'll just freak out here. Those kids are our responsibility. It's up to us to get them home safe. Casey'll be fine. I got her." Tears filled my eyes just as my feet hit the floor. My gaze met with his whiskey irises. "Thank you." Thomas nodded and mouthed. "I got you. Always." As Matt and Thomas descended the ladder, I moved all the boxes we used to barricade the door. Once we were out, the overwhelming stench of decay filled my nostrils. Damn. Biters were rank as hell. Thomas abruptly stopped next to a teenage girl with short brown hair. She looked like she'd been wandering the woods for months. Her lips and ears were gone entirely.

The thunder that rolled over the Blood Kingdom that night never left. It simply changed form into whispers, into frost, into the silence that now ruled the halls of power. Bianca sat upon the high chair of obsidian, the one her father once called the throne of bones, and listened to another round of petitions. Her crown a circlet of blackened steel and garnet glimmered like fresh blood beneath the chamber lights. “Governor Tenebris failed to meet his quota,” one of the ministers reported. “Two shipments lost in transit. He claims rebel interference.”

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

She drank de Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron

Probably the cat that has been trying to get in," Emma replied,he was Ava's twin brother. "Shush," their mother said.One faithful day,king Alarie was killed. He was killed by the dark witches that had reincarnated from death alongside other living dark witches.The king had a son and a daughter,Aiden and Addison,Adriana the queen was killed after the death of her husband by Adrasteia and her fellow witches,the king's second in command Aleister took the children and escaped to the east empire where he took care of them. Aleister was also a pure blooded vampire who could predict the future,he was the last of his kind as the dark witches also killed every member of his family.The witches took co

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for