Daenerys X Jon Novels & Stories

A war queen she was. “She was here,” I said, my gaze desperately searching for her. I know she's around, just using her strength to mask her scent and blend into nature. “But where did she go?” Jarvis frowned, confused. A smirk curved against my lips; she's here, looking for us for sure, just not coming out. ‘Fuck! She's here! I can feel her!’ Czer howled joyously. “She has killed them all.” Jarvis smirked, “No wonder.” As his father had fought beside me, Jarvis is well aware of Daenerys since the beginning. He is like a little brother I never had.

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.

Welp, that was a shit show. It went about as well as we expected, though I had no idea that Arya would reject Xander and Devin. Having felt that with Brandon, I know what they are going through. And they will be feeling like that for two days until she returns. They are currently staying in Brandon’s room so that they are closer to everyone. Lauren and Mom are with them.

Her brows furrowed and she stared at my face for a little longer. "Listen, I know it's difficult for you too. But you should know that Tyrion and Ava has loved each other since they were pups. They were born just a day apart and has been inseparable since than. And now she's pregnant with his child yet Alpha Jonathan has announced her marking ceremony tomorrow. It's difficult. Believe me. " She sighed. I bit my lip and controlled my tears. I had nothing to say. "But in all this remember that you are a female and we respect each other. Don't try anything stupid to test Tyrion's patience. "

"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

They had all dropped what they were doing to run to where we believed Darius to be. By the time I got there, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Darius was lying on the ground unconscious as Wynter and Xander began to fight one another. I let out a howl of despair, seeing my Alpha laying stone cold on the ground. With my advanced hearing, I tried to check for a pulse, however, I couldn't even detect even the faintest of sounds.

"Thank you for asking." A small pause. He heard what she hadn't said, that she was well despite what had happened to Demi, that she was still standing, that the message they'd sent had not produced the retreat they'd intended. He absorbed it without changing his expression. "Caspian." He turned. The two men held each other's gaze with the specific quality of people who had known each other for two centuries and were currently on opposite sides of something significant, and both of them were too old and too precise to perform anything about it.

He was already mid-leap when Dathan turned, too slow to react. Xaren’s massive jaws clamped down on his neck and ripped. The sound was wet, final. Dathan’s body collapsed to the ground, headless, blood jetting from the stump. His bow dropped beside him, forgotten. Xaren landed heavily and let out a bone-shaking howl before looking to Triston, who had paused only briefly. Their eyes met. Nothing needed to be said. They were brothers in this war. Triston gave a sharp nod, then turned, blood trailing behind him, and continued his charge—limping now, but no less deadly. The castle walls loomed ahead and Reyes was inside. Waiting.

I looked between him and Baylor wondering what was going on. “Liana Stark. I, Drogo Velaryon, in front of everyone present and under the goddess's blessings ask you to join with me and be my mate?” “What?!” I shrieked in horror. My life was doomed.

Are you sure you still want your fists to be crunchy? Jonas says and If there is something about Dane, he will be not them back because of how he doesn't listen to simple instructions and how he believes he can cross over everything and do almost anything that he thinks he can do. “The look in Joans is eyes is one that is very serious.” It shows that he's not kidding. And he's not playing with this threat but Dane doesn't back out of it. Jonas continues to smile and pretend like all of this is nothing short of a joke to him. This is not a joke.