Daemon Targaryen Night King Novels & Stories

Our alliance with them would strengthen our fighting capabilities, and their alliance with us would strengthen their protection with the whole of Greenland supportively behind them. My father had already spoken with King Mason back up north from Greenland, he was a very powerful alpha and his pack was now all but merged in a strong aliance with ours because of his son's marriage to my sister. This was all working out for my father, imagine all three kings coming together like this. My father King Dimitri, Arya's father King Warrick and Leona's father in law King Mason all strongly aligned. Never before had something like this happened and it was incredible to see how my father had maticulous

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

As they turned to face the doors a male voice boomed on the other side. “Lords and Ladies of the darkest Realm. I present you Lord Lazarus and his eldest daughter Lady Jezzebelle.” They heard three knocks and the doors started to open. Looking forward, Jezzebelles heart started to pump out of control. Why did she have a bad feeling about this.

Can you have it completed by tomorrow morning? She typed back: *Tonight.* Three seconds. *Dr. Osei has agreed to verify,* Amara sent. *One more thing.* Nora held the phone. *The first family responding to the consultation has sent a second message,* Amara wrote. *They asked if the anchor would be present at the first session.* Nora held the phone. She looked at Caspian. He held the corridor. "Yes," she typed. Amara's response came immediately. *They also asked if the heir of the Vael bloodline would attend.*

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

I asked, feeling anxious. "I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life." Shakily, I offered him my right hand. He undid the buttons of his shirt and took it off. He extended his claws and clawed his chest, right over his heart. The skin tore easily and the wound started bleeding immediately. He took my hand in his and made a small cut in the middle of my palm before he placed it over the bleeding wound on his chest. "I, Dimitri Volkov, Beta of The Rogue Pack, solemnly vow to loyally serve Avalyn Volkov, Luna of the Rogue Pack, Queen of Mozog, for as long as I shall live," he vowed as we looked into each other's eyes.

His voice held a tinge of urgency as he asked, "Azure, who is that man? He looks creepy,” My voice caught in my throat as I struggled to find the words, my gaze fixed on Devin's menacing form. "That's Devin, Lycan King," I managed to utter, my voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and resignation. "He's the leader of the Eirian." The gravity of the situation settled upon us like a heavy shroud, weighing down our hearts with worry and trepidation. As we stood there, a united front against the encroaching danger, our expressions mirrored the gravity of the situation.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

They started chanting, praising him and he stood erect. When they finally quieted down, Mister Drake continued, “Serena the shadow witch, do you take King Axl, to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage?” “I do.” “King Axl, do you take Serena to be your wedded wife and to live together in marriage?” “Of course, I do.” He chuckled briefly and Serena giggled, causing Emily to snort. “Queen Emily, do you take King Axl to be your wedded husband and to live together in marriage?” Mister Drake’s eyes pried on her.