Daemon Targaryen Night King Novels & Stories

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

He had no choice now but to follow this through to it’s inevitable end, knowing it would take at least a decade to build up a new Rogue King in this country. Again, the greater part of him wished he had ripped that little temptress to pieces when his Lycan took control of his body and claimed her. It would’ve saved him a lot of annoyances. But there was at least one silver lining, so to speak, to the whole messed up situation, that being the Silver Myst himself. There was no way he wouldn’t show up this time to save the runt. The Night King sent a silent message to his soldiers, telling them to mobilize at once. He needed to be in position when the local legend made his move. He wasn’t going

"There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think." "Yet how are men to see him, if he is at Storm's End?" Stannis drummed his fingers on the Painted Table. "It is a difficulty. One of many." He raised his eyes. "You have more to say about the letter. Well, get on with it. I did not make you a knight so you could learn to

And I certainly don’t appreciate coming back to my sick shikra, the one I spent two days nursing back to health in the dungeon as she floated in and out of consciousness, in the arms of my Gamma. I even heard him admit that he’s aware he’s supposed to stay away from her. Yet here he is. A low growl bubbles out from my chest as I stalk forward, eyes fixed on David. His thoughts are a string of curses. Shit, fuck, shit, shit, shit. Do not get in between the Lycan King and his Luna. I freeze at his thought. My eyes narrow as I study the fear on his face. Is he referring to Evelyn as my Luna?

And on it, seated on a throne made of black steel and dark leather, was he. Alpha King Darius. I had never even seen him in real life, only on TV or on the news cycle. He looked younger than I expected; the news loved to toss around his age, claiming he was in his mid-thirties and still without a Luna. His features were a chiseled cold jaw, storm colored eyes, a mouth that hadn’t smiled in a decade. He radiated power. Cruel, and dangerous power. They pushed me to my knees in front of him and I stumbled, falling on my knees. I glanced up and we locked eyes, for one awful moment.