Novelas y relatos de Daemon Targaryen

“ She said and handed the dagger over to Cole. “ What am I supposed to do?" Cole asked confused. " We're all direct descendant of the Lord Storm. Our powers put together would make this dagger powerful enough to kill Dagon. “ Alicent explained. She placed a bowl under Cole's hands and asked him to cut himself with the knife. He obediently slit his right palm with the knife and allowed his blood to drop into the bowl slowly before passing the knife to Archer who did the same before passing it to the others till it got to Bellamy.

I should have known he had been involved, even though I haven’t seen or heard from him since Arion’s death. “You might as well kill me because I am not telling you shit!” Darren spit out. Tightening my hold on his neck, I applied enough pressure to make him fight for air. Of all the Dragons in the world, he was the weakest, but he was also the most cunning. Killing him without finding out where Azura was, wouldn’t help.

Hans quickly walked up to Sebastian and, with great respect, whispered in his ear, "Mr. Ballard, Mr. Targery Senior is not just powerful, he's much more than that! The Targery family has been an established lineage in Steinberg for over 300 years!" He continued, "If Steinberg's mayor represents the visible authority, then Mr. Targery Senior is the ruler behind the scenes. In Steinberg, you can offend anyone, but you should never cross someone from the Targery family. Because the Targery family's status in Steinberg is like that of a royal."

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

“That’s not good enough. Bring him here now.” Uri nodded shakily and quickly exited the room, not daring to turn his back on his Alpha. He quickly sprinted to the infirmary block and wheeled oriental healer Frederick Gnome back to the Alpha’s wing. “What is it, Ray?” Sir Frederick had no fear of the tyrannical Alpha even though he had gotten him very close to seeing the Grim Reaper just last week. “My name is Alpha Reagan Lorde.” Reagan gritted out. “Do I need to remind you of it again, Frederick?”

There was a moment of silence as we all watched Tyrion take a substantial amount of gulps before giving a response. “Well…it's a lucky day because I brought you a souvenir,” Tyrion, belched, and dropped his drink. He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the table towards me. “Beta Damon’s wife, Lisa, and his three-year-old son, Jayden.” I almost choked on my drink. “Wait what?” A sly smile gradually drew at the corner of my lip. “Could you please draw me a clearer picture?” I asked, leaning back into my seat.

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

“Your years prevent another. The time has come to discuss succession.” “And who would you see wear my mantle?” my father asked. His voice was still firm, though his knuckles whitened against the chair arm. Elder Jorah leaned in, thin lips curling. “There are Alphas ready to claim the chance. Young. Strong. Ambitious. Darius Blackthorn of Silverfang—his lineage is unbroken, his victories already spoken of. He would be a fitting heir.” The name burned in my ears. “Darius Blackthorn?” I burst out before I could stop myself. My voice rang louder than intended, slicing into the silence.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord