Daemon Targaryen Night King Novels & Stories

“Consider it done, my king.’ Roderick affirmed and his mental presence winked out of my mind. If nothing else, the greatest gift of being the vampire king is being able to converse with my subjects no matter how far away they were from me. Opening the fridge, I pulled out coffee flavored liqueur, a bottle of vodka and milk. All the ingredients I will need to make white Russian. The girl didn’t like wine, hated beers with a passion, but her favorite drink has ten percent alcohol in it. This cocktail is a perfect reflection of who Josie is as a person. A walking ball of contradiction. “If you have something to say, I suggest you spit it out.” I demanded of the seething body that had slipped in

Something inside Lyra eased, if only slightly. Cassandra then turned toward her. “And Lyra, this is Valeria Valehart.” Her tone remained light. “The Royal Gamma’s daughter.” A faint chuckle escaped her. “And Dominic’s childhood friend.” Valeria stepped forward immediately. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you." Her smile was genuine as she extended both hands instead of just one. “Welcome to the Northern Kingdom.” Lyra accepted them almost automatically. “Thank you." “I’ve heard so much about you.” Valeria’s smile widened.

"But you leave her out of it. You leave both of them out of it. Zariah's done fighting my wars, and I'm done letting her. This one's just ours. Brother to brother." "You sure?" Darius said, and there was something careful in it, something that knew exactly what it was watching happen, the King of Atlanta standing at a window handing off the next war so that a woman could sleep. "This could be nothing. Could be somebody settling a grudge. Or it could be the front end of something a lot bigger than Crowe, and if it is, you're gonna wish you'd taken it yourself."

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

He had sliced through the black knight with such speed that Theo just collapsed dead on the sand. For a while the crowd died in silence in disbelief. Then they cheered. The boy dropped on one knee infront of the king "Your Highness "Boy" Dorian said "state your name" "Cleos" he said "Altar Cleos. From Dragon Isle" 'Dragon Isle?' Diego thought. Dragon isle was common to find fire nature users, but in Altars fight he displayed no fire styles at all. "Altar Cleos..." the king spoke up "youve defeated the captain of my Dornish men...."

"We need all the teams on the field right now. Since some of your team members are already on the mission, I decided not to look elsewhere for the remaining kings" "Splendid." "You will travel to vampire kingdom tomorrow" "No. I won't"

That's something I don't know, but why don't you go see what it's all about? " I'm going anyway, we'll talk later, see you later." I practically run out of the kitchen; if my mother had seen me now, she would surely be giving me a big lecture. But soon I reach the throne room, where I see my father, so I approach him and ask. " Daddy, I heard that the messenger from the Winter Kingdom was here, may I know what this is about? " " Yes, daughter, but rest assured, it was only to warn that King Arthur's heir son will marry the heiress of the Autumn Kingdom, I don't remember very well, but I think their names are Cassian and Rosa."

“That makes sense. Is that what they had me handcuffed in? I remember Marva had what looked like black handcuffs, and Claris said she wouldn’t remove them until she was sure that I was on their side.” “Yes, it was schorl” “Why would she need schorl for me?” “Darius has the powers of his forefathers,” he began, “which means your father King Samael, his father King Aurelius, his father before him, back through the millennial lines. Each generation of kings inherits the previous generation’s powers, making each stronger than the last. While the powers are akin to sorcery, they are untainted, which means, if we look at it from a magical perspective, Darius would be the male version of the ‘white

His eyes narrowed, a sign of his anger. "Are you saying...?" Jayce's eyes widened, fear etched across his face as he instinctively stepped back, peering into the darkness where hidden figures might lurk. "Night King." "Talon Portwell." Jayce and my father spoke in perfect harmony, and the moment their words left their lips, my heart felt like it had been struck by a thunderbolt. Incredulity painted my expression as I instinctively clutched the card Talon had left in my pocket.

he exclaimed, closing his eyes. She felt his member sink further into her as she hugged him close to her. "His d*ck is something I can not seem to resist. That stick can take me to the climax I didn't expect….’ she licked her lips, slowly closing her eyes while relishing every bit of him. “Beta Tyrion at your service, Alpha. This is an emergency—” came the voice of his Beta from the inner room. “The twelve Alpha Kings are all gathered!!!” Lena smirked. “It's time! It is time to see you crumble and be crushed underfoot!”