Daemon Targaryen X Oc Novels & Stories

Reaching up to my neck, I go to pull away the scarf “Don’t, whatever Taylor did, it seems to be helping” “Taylor did this?” “Turns out she has witch powers just like you, well not as powerful, she can’t absorb fire or grow roots from the ground but she seems to have a way with healing” “I still don’t understand, why are we at war with Christian, why does it seem like it was only yesterday Christian bit me?” I had so many questions buzzing around my head as Daryl tells me Christian went to war when he found out I wasn’t dead. He is trying to take the throne because I had marked him and made him my equal.

"There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think." "Yet how are men to see him, if he is at Storm's End?" Stannis drummed his fingers on the Painted Table. "It is a difficulty. One of many." He raised his eyes. "You have more to say about the letter. Well, get on with it. I did not make you a knight so you could learn to

I walked away while he was confused. “Nirvana, what girlfriend are you talking about?” This time, he managed to hold my arm before I could bolt out. “How would I know? Maybe your number eight, or is it twelve?” I shot him a death glare. “I don’t date. I don’t have a girlfriend. What does she look like?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know. Daenerys Targaryen?” “Huh.” A slight curve appeared on his lips, his eyes dancing with humor. “Tall, gray eyes, silver blonde hair, looks like a princess?”

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

I growl. She glowers at me but keeps her silence. Teresa isn’t a small woman, she’s well-muscled and can take down a man twice her size, however, she won’t try me. She knows that when I fight, I fight to kill. For all intents and purposes, we are the Alphas of the Rogue Lands, we each rule over our own species but we are currently working together to get what we need. The little half-breed Siren. The Royal Beta’s daughter. “She’s a 15-year-old girl! It shouldn’t be that difficult to run a recon mission on her! Where are the other spies?” Julian growls.

DAXTON I watched the blood drain from her face. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. He stepped out of the shadows like a ghost. He was lean and tall, with hair streaked with silver and piercing grey eyes. “Papa?” Arya whispered. Gods. No. I shot to my feet, ignoring the sting of the open wounds across my chest, and staggered forward. “Don't go near her,” I growled, blood dripping from my fingertips. The rage I'd kept caged inside of me snapped, flooding through my veins like wildfire.

"The game is over. We're fighting." The Alphas looked at me, their eyes filled with a desperate, heartbreaking hope. "We're ready to fight," Damien said, his voice thick with a fierce determination. "But we can't win. Not against them. Not against their numbers, their magic. We're only three against a legion." "And you have me," I said, my voice a low, confident whisper. My power, the dark, sentient magic of the shadows, hummed beneath my skin, a willing partner in my plan. "They're not just fighting three Alphas. They're fighting a goddess."

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

“But the story I’m going to tell you happened long before Killian became alpha.” Abertha’s gaze drifts toward the ceiling like she’s calling up an old memory. “It was the winter we ran out of heating oil right before that bad blizzard. Darragh would have been nine. His sister, Iona, would have been fifteen. That full moon, their father, Cormac Ryan, had lost his challenge, and his entrails were still settling in Declan Kelly’s stomach. Declan, of course, didn’t waste any time sending the new unprotected female to his basement. A warning to any male who considered doing what Cormac had done.”

Taelin- “Reyes, duck!” The Alpha King called out my last name. Doing as I was told, I slid to my knees, using the momentum of my speed to continue to carry me forward. As curious as I was about the Alpha King being here, my objective was still to get to Ryker. While I continued to slide, I leaned my torso back as I slid between the legs of a rogue. Using my daggers, I sliced at the rogue’s tendons, behind the knees. The sound of a machine gun of some sort pierced through the air. The relief I felt that we had help, was fleeting. I still needed to assist Ryker.