Novelas y relatos de Daemon Targaryen

At the thought, Darryl flashed a smile as he said to Tony, "Ah, you're from the Four Seas Alliance. No wonder you have such gusto." As he spoke, his voice deepened. "I'd just like to know, is this what your leader Lady Tigas taught you to be like? Spreading evil and wreaking chaos everywhere?" Despite not having seen much of Lady Tigas, Darryl knew enough about her to know that she lived by a firm set of principles and would never bully the weak nor allow her subordinates to do so.

"And how am I to do that, if I go east as you counsel?" He ate an olive and spit out the pit into his palm. "I do not know, Your Grace," he admitted, "but I do know that the longer you remain in one place, the easier it will be for your enemies to find you. The name Targaryen still frightens them, so much so that they sent a man to murder you when they heard you were with child. What will they do when they learn of your dragons?"

Tory was angry, she couldn't believe Grace could be so heartless,she stood at the door staring at Grace who had no idea she was there staring at her while she eats. it's been two weeks since the little money Tory had on her had run out, ever since then both Tory and Grace have been surviving on the little food which was barely enough for one person, which Tory gets from few guys who where trying to ask her out, not knowing each time she leaves the house to go look for food for both herself and Grace, Grace would get something to eat with the money her parents sent to her.

Teresa held his hand and begged, “ Sir Robb, please just help us,” “ Teresa, I can't risk helping a Daemon, they are deceitful, blood-seeking bastards who want one thing and that is to destroy this world, the only thing they know how to do is kill ”Robb yelled, the Hybrid went on his knees and said,“ If you do see me as a deceitful, blood-seeking bastard, do behead me sir .” Amaria furrowed her eyebrows and glared at him,

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

A smile appeared on his face. This time, all of you will be buried here in this abandoned building already. There's a grave prepared already for their bodies as Alvin instructed his men to excavate a grave for four people. He changed his plan for Chad. He still has a soft heart for this child since he reminded him of his childhood. He will raise him instead and trained him to be his successor in the future. He smiled with this thinking. He asked his men to untie Chad and feed him. As much as he wanted to continue his assault on Kristel, she wasn't wake up yet. He doesn't know if she will still be alive or not. He doesn't care about her anymore. She was just a tool for his brother to come ove

“Who are they?” I glanced up at him in surprise. I was so accustomed to being known, that it had not occurred that he would not recognize my siblings. “Um. Tarragon, Rue, Caraway, and Valerian, of Queen Diandreliera and King Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn.” “Oh. Uyan Taesil,” he nodded, leaning slightly on the wooden sword. “Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn? A dragon.” “Mhm,” I watched his face from under my eyelashes.

Today, my shift will be in the largest pack adjacent to the Grey Wolf Pack, the Silver Moonlight Pack. Daemon, the Beta of the pack, who will be on duty with me, informed me that something significant happened in the Silver Moonlight Pack. I was curious to know what had happened. This would be my first time going there, and I needed to be aware of what was going on and why this particular duty was chosen, especially since there was no war or attack that required more defense numbers. I asked curiously, "What happened there, Daemon?" Daemon began to recount the long story, and I listened intently to every word, "You know that the Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack has a daughter, 'Daenerys,'

The color on her face drained in a heartbeat, and she looked at me with dawning horror. “What is your real name, Han?” “Gallahan,” I managed to say with my mouth that had gone completely dry over the reaction I was getting from her. “I am Gallahan Wick, the general of the Culling Army and the only son of the Alpha King.” And fuck. The heartbroken look on her face as the first tear rolled down her cheeks was enough to raise all my defenses up despite my efforts to keep them at bay. I wouldn’t let anyone judge me for my pain and how I handled it. Not even my fated mate.

“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.