Daemon Targaryen Night King Novels & Stories

” I thought within me as I kept gazing at the men with mixed feelings. “If I may ask, who is this king you speak of and where would this party be held?” I asked him curiously and he turned to his companions as they exchanged a knowing look before turning back to me and saying, “You must be very inquisitive.” He remarked dryly. The party would be held at Castle Black and if you must know, the name of our king is, Dominic Rayleigh, our one true king.” He said proudly and I nearly choked on my own saliva.

I admitted, doubting my capabilities. "You possess more strength than you realize. And remember, I will be by your side at every moment. You won't be alone in this," Ashere assured, her presence comforting in the face of such an ominous task. "And who is this son of Isobel?" I finally asked. "He is known as the Dark King

“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.

"Did you, alpha king? Or did you just kill what she wanted you to see?" "Who is that?" I demanded, but I already knew. Could feel it through the mate bond, Thorne's terror, his disbelief, his rage. "That," Dante said quietly, his voice hollow, "is Morgana's husband. The one who supposedly died centuries ago." "Malachar," Thorne confirmed, and his voice shook. "Malachar Ashford. The Dark King." Malachar’s red eyes found mine across the clearing, and his smile widened.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

Dominic said he was an Onyx Dragon, and I had no idea what it meant, but his last name is Dragnoir, the same last name as one of the Dragon Kings… Adam… so he is a royal. I am getting better, yet I am nothing like Zane or Urien. Zane is a natural; he commands the room. His presence is inevitable; Urien does not command as much attention, yet he is impressive. He has a presence that, when he walks into the room, the conversation fades, and people look in his direction.

I took a silent step closer to Tyrion's room, trying to hear the sounds from inside. "Why are you here, Damara?" he asked her. His voice seemed tender and gentle, and for some reason, it made my heart squeeze in my chest. "My father sends the Alpha King his regards," she said. The spinning of my head increased. Damara didn't have a father. Both of her parents were farmers and died long ago. "Give him my regards as well," Tyrion replied kindly. He sounded so different from the way he talked to me. "He organized a meeting with several Alphas; they were all willing to renew their pledge of loyalty to the Alpha King. I think that the annual meeting will go without any unwanted surprises." She sp

That said, she did not allow her fear to appear on her face as she let out a scoff, “Hah! Jebediah, oh, Jebediah. It seems to me that you don’t know how powerful my supporters are, don’t you?” “Huh?” Jebediah was dumbfounded. “What are you talking about? Your supporters? Are you talking about Garrison, or are you talking about Zach?” “Nope.” Charlotte turned her head around to look at Jebediah, her brows furrowed. “My supporter is the Night King.” The Night King—the controller of the black market! A man who only existed in legend! Upon hearing the man's name and thinking of the rumors about the Night King, even Jebediah, who had seen and experienced a lot, could not help but shiver.

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.”

Ilena sobbed louder as she struggled against his grip, scratching and biting. He placed his bloody palm on the wall beside his name. “I, Dreg the king of the North is wholly bound with soul and body to Ilena, the Queen of the North.” The bloody print stuck to the wall beside his name and then Dreg picks up a blade towards Ilena’s palm. “Please, please wait!” Ilena begged in terror with tears clouding her vision. “We have been wed in the ways of the Thanes, it is now time to be bound in the ways of the North and there’s no stopping that.”