Daemon Targaryen X Oc Novels & Stories

“And one of them doesn’t even have a ranked wolf! She’s just an Omega!” “We are well aware of our gender and the rank of our wolves, Alpha Carter,” Gaia replied sweetly, with her head held high. “There is no need for you to remind us.” But the idiot completely ignored her, turning to the alpha wolf behind them. “You’re one of the strongest alphas I’ve ever come across,” Alpha Carter continued as if he had a point to prove. “How---?” “Because if I were the alpha of The Tartarus Pack,” Dargan cut him off, tilting his head in that way that made him look just as unhinged as he was. “You would have been dead three times already.”

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.

“She won’t even remember.” My vision blacked for a second. That filthy audacity. Rolex. Of course it was him. One of Zargov’s most pathetic lapdogs. Always high on arrogance, low on brains. The kind of guy who couldn’t get a woman unless she was unconscious. He's pathetic, he doesn't know how to unravel a woman…how to make her cry pleasurably and beg desperately. I didn’t bother knocking. I swung myself through the window like a fucking demon.

' My tears trickled onto the damp sand from the corners of my eyes. Leon didn't budge. He continued to grip my neck of lying beneath him, pressing down tightly. In those final seconds, as my vision began to blur, the world shrank into dark dots. I saw Leon's expression and cursed him one last breath. "I s-swear, I will be h-haunting you ... fo-forever ... and d-dragging you to h-hell, F-Fu*king Alphaaa …." Leon Vareth, the Alpha of the Targarion Pack, stared at me coldly, cruelly, and with a murderous intent, without hesitation, and without mercy.

Tarragon scoffed in an echo of my thoughts. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But a dragon’s strength lies in scale, fire, and wing.” “I am more than a dragon,” Tarragon replied defiantly. “I am half-human.” The argument was lost, and they parted to gather the knights and hunters together. Aien rose slowly to his feet, still holding a handful of seeds. “What is wrong, Daethie?” He asked me. “I could not understand what was said, but I can read your face, and you are…”

This generation is indeed promising. "Well, then..." Dana drawled with her eyes glowing iridescently under the light of the sun that peeked through the leaves of the forest. Tara turned her head slightly at Chloe, her eyebrows raised. "I shall show you the power of the Blood Star in all of her glory." She raised her hand, fingers outstretched, as if reaching out towards the Olaire. The Olaire guy choked on his scream as his blood began to boil. "W-what--"

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

A laugh bubbled up before I could stop it, sharp and bright. “They’re gone?” The words tasted sweet. “Burned to nothing.” Darius’s voice stayed level, professional. “Sharon. The boy. The girl. All three. Morris wasn’t with them. He took a separate ride back. But the rest? Dust.” I stared at the dragon again. Daenerys’s favorite. She used to clutch it while she slept, whispering secrets to its floppy ears. Now it was slag. A shiver of pure pleasure raced down my spine.

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.

I yelped and patted it out quickly and held him tightly, trying not to run off this time. "The best thing to do is to also make sure you're the dominate one." Sylar told me. "Don't run off when he's mad at you and make sure to let him know you're upset at him." He pulled out a jar of a herb then. "This stuff is from the dragon realm. It's been hand picked by wizards and traded to our family. Mother dragons feed it to their young so that way the whole nest doesn't burn up when the hatchlings are playing and get mad at each other. We call this stuff D-T. It stands for Dragon Tamer. Bland isn't it?" He chuckled. "Heat this up on the stove with the milk, stir it well okay? Don't let it all colli