Daemon Targaryen Novels & Stories

Our initials, R on one side and M on the other. It's beautiful. "Happy birthday.." He says again with a grin. "Thank you.." I tell him staring at him intensely. He's close to me again and I can feel the sparks. "Reece.." I start saying before he cuts me off. "Don't say anything. I know the situation between you and Charles, but Morgana you're mine, not his. I don't know how you're going to do it or when, but I think it's clear to you now, that you have to get rid of him.." He says.

She clenched her fists tightly, squashing his heart in her hand. Dabria's skin turned pale white, her eyes turned black and her pupils turned red. Her nails and fangs grew bigger. She kicked Austin off of her. "No one messes up with my people and my family. I, the sole heiress of the Cerberus throne, has now proven to be worthy of the Cerberus name. As I have the same blood running through my veins as Master Adrian Cerberus." Austin heard Dabria howling loudly as demons dragged his dark soul to hell.

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."

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

The gravity of what they were about to face hung heavy in the air. In the Clan’s meeting room, they sat around a large oak table, each warrior silently steeling himself. Aiden was the first to speak, his voice a calm resolve despite the dark emotions stirring within him. “Last night, I received an email from DVV. They managed to get a hold of some critical intel on the Shadows. The leader… is my father, Gregory Barysh.”

"After you answer my last question." Anna swallowed nervously. "You say, Mr. Morris." "Do you remember what this Targary looks like?" To get Anna to describe his appearance in as much detail as possible, I guided her. "For example, does he have a thick mustache? Does he look like he's in his forties or fifties?" "No, Mr. Morris." Anna frowned, her gaze carrying a hint of confusion. "This Mr. Targary doesn't have a mustache. He's neither in his forties nor fifties. He looks very young, just like... just like you."

“The tip is poisoned. You don’t even have to stab someone. Just nick his skin, and he’ll die in agony.” My gaze homed in on the blade. I wanted it so badly. It was so close. So sharp. The crone nudged it forward. “You know who gave that to me? Darragh Ryan. The Mercenary. The Haunt of the Hills.” I’d heard of him—everyone had—even though he’d left the pack before I was born. The males got shifty when his name came up, but their dismissive laughs always rang false, like they were whistling past a graveyard.

“Then what?” She looked at him, pale and calm in the flickering light. “They’re not just targeting heirs. They’re coming for the serpent itself.” He frowned. “The crest?” “No,” she said softly. “The thing beneath it.” Before he could reply, the monitors went black every single feed across the empire cut to static. Then one screen flickered back to life. A single figure appeared, shrouded in shadow. The voice was distorted, inhuman. “You swore blood to protect the future.

"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!"

Can you have it completed by tomorrow morning? She typed back: *Tonight.* Three seconds. *Dr. Osei has agreed to verify,* Amara sent. *One more thing.* Nora held the phone. *The first family responding to the consultation has sent a second message,* Amara wrote. *They asked if the anchor would be present at the first session.* Nora held the phone. She looked at Caspian. He held the corridor. "Yes," she typed. Amara's response came immediately. *They also asked if the heir of the Vael bloodline would attend.*