Daemon Targaryen Night King Novels & Stories

With that said, Beggar King did not continue as Tyr was deep in thought. The amount of information contained within the two short sentences was simply overwhelming. First of all, War Emperor— War Emperor was the Lord of Six Doors. Tyr did not expect him to be of the Four Noble Imperial Families of the Imperial Capital City. To think the actual name of the Lord was Silas Regulus; what a domineering name. The other was Mad King, Dalton Alroy—whether it was the surname or the title of Mad King, it allowed Tyr to relate him with Mad King because he had the berserk blood within him. His mother was also surnamed Alroy.

Then, he opened the letter and read aloud, “To The Lord Guardian of the Throne, Yarosh Trenvir, from the King of Aldenor, Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel: Come.” Yarosh (it was indeed him) frowned and smashed his fist down on the table, “He’s gone too far! Who is he anyway? He’s got it into his head that he’s Dark knows who!” “He’s the Undead King, Yarosh,” one of the mages standing nearby said gloomily. He was the one wearing the necromancer’s cloak. “The true King of Aldenor.”

am I really their daughter? Sending me to the alpha king was the same as telling me to go and die.this incident was enough reason to tell me that they don't love me. Who doesn't know the alpha king,Regaleon de Leon the ruthless Lycan king of Northcrest the most powerful kingdom.the kingdom of werewolves.saying he was ruthless was an understatement.even babies cry when they hear his name. NORTHCREST KINGDOM. A handsome man of well built body was standing on top of the roof of a tower sipping his wine slowly,he was emitting a cold aura.

The Lord looked into the dark eyes with unimaginable tenderness and longing. - You haven't forgiven. Why? - he whispered in despair. William, whose soul was filled with the essence of the Black Moon Goddess, remained silent. The young man moved aside the hand that held the hilt of the Night Raven. A swing of the black sword - and the king's head rolled along the bloody floor. The headless body collapsed, dousing the brunette in scarlet splashes and leaving streaks of blood on his skin. William's face showed indifference. He looked at the corpse of the tyrant who had poisoned their lives for so many years. The villain whom they did not dare to hope for, but dreamed of defeating, and made an a

“Our daughter finally has options. Marcus, or… King Dave Stark.” Bella’s pulse roared in her ears. Dave. Her Dave. “The man is called the Devil of the North for a reason,” Alpha Griffin snapped. “He destroys everything in his path. He’s coming for business, not cake and music.” Luna Belle scoffed. “Still, it’s an opportunity. Marcus is predictable. But King Stark?” She laughed lightly. “Imagine the alliance.” Alpha Griffin hesitated. “If Agnes caught his attention… I’d be father to a Queen.”

​He stepped in close and leaned forward, his red eyes glowing with a deadly serious intensity as he locked his gaze onto his son's face. ​"Draevon is a dragon. He is the only living dragon left in all the kingdoms. The way we know this for sure is because of what happened back then. He completely erased the entire Shadowmere Dominion kingdom when they offended him." ​"A dragon?" Darius repeated. The word hit him like a physical blow, finally knocking a bit of the arrogance right out of his chest. His eyes went wide again as the horror set in.

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

“Luna, the Shadow clan…They’ve breached our borders. Fowler Dan is leading them…” Time seemed to have stopped. Dan. The mate who had tried to kill me and had left me dead for good. The man whose death I vowed to be responsible for. Aodhan begins to rise to his feet, his eyes not leaving mine. “Say the word, Khaleesi, and we’ll hunt him down together.” One choice and it just happened to be a very good one. Shadows curl around me, my pulse like a beat of vengeance. I meet with his gaze, nodding my head before placing my hand in his.

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

She melted into him, letting the tension slip away. They fell together in the grass, under the moon, claiming each other with hands and mouths and whispered promises. Later, as they lay tangled in each other’s arms, Aria whispered, “What if I lose myself?” Kade kissed her shoulder. “Then I’ll find you. Every time. In every life.” --- The next morning, a blood-soaked rider arrived at the gates. He collapsed, gasping. “The Night King… he’s moving. Southward. With thousands. Wolves, shadows, monsters we’ve never seen. He’s burning the world.”