Daemon Targaryen Novels & Stories

The father of dragons stood in front of me and Echo thumped his tail up and down in his excitement. “You’ve started on the path of your destiny. You must fulfil it to gain the happiness you deserve. Your chosen half carries in her womb a daughter, a daughter that you will raise and love. She will be a mighty woman one day. Your bond with your chosen half is accepted mighty warrior of Typhon.” “Must I really kill the entire line Typhon?” I found it hard to imagine killing Maya. “Yes, in time you will kill them all. A situation will arise and you will fulfil your destiny in one night. You will know when the time is right.”

Emma blurted out, and after saying that, she stared at the man in black in front of her, " Who are you anyway, I have a feeling you're the bad guy!" This man in black had such fierce eyes, like a bad guy. "I'm the bad guy, my name is Tiger, the one inside the video is my brother Snake," the man in black directly twisted Emma up and walked quickly towards the back door, "Don't be afraid, as long as you return the chip to me, I won't hurt you." "Let me go." Emma's legs flailed as she desperately cried, "Help, help, Mommy, Oliva, Principal! There are bad people here!"

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

"Don't use my son to manipulate me into…" The world tilted suddenly and I saw it all at once. Marco's face as I slashed his throat. "You killed me.” He growled. “Murderer." My vision went black at the edges and I stumbled. "Arya!" Dad's voice sounded far away. I felt myself falling, but I couldn't stop it. And then everything went dark. ****** "She needs more than we can give her, Robert." "I know that, Isabella. But we can't force her. She has to want it."

A modest fortress in Gothic shape clung to the rim of a sharp drop. “This is… where we live?” I said, surprised at how lovely yet empty it looked. There it stands, the redness, Leon said, staring at the structure without shifting his stare. Home to the Targaryons’ deepest sleep, the oldest of tombs Right after touchdown on the pad near the lodge, sharp alpine wind stung my arms. Waiting below, Oliver had already arrived, leaning against a dark, armored car. Without speaking, he lifted our bags into the back, moving like clockwork, steady as ever.