Daeron Targaryen Novels & Stories

His offsprings coming closer. I knew a few about all of them and in my opinion, none of them was suited to take over a kingdom. All of them were gold-blonde, with perfect faces and blue eyes. Their complexion suiting their lifestyles. Totally resembling their father. Daren, the oldest son, is a ruthless warrior. If listen to rumors he killed a few of his lovers for minor mistakes. The war will be inevitable under his ruling.

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

Daren had to act fast, He left the room to give her privacy and went down to the bar, people chatted about, even though it was still early a pint of beer wouldn't hurt. Daren sat at the table and stared at the tattoo on his hand, two staffs intercrossing, a mark of the house of tejel, the guardians of the elixtus from the beginning of the kingdom. Daren wondered what his father would be saying if he saw him now, he would lament and shout on how he had failed his charge, of course that's how he died, protecting the king kelin till he died.

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."

When i thought the situation couldn't get any worse, Lord Vas spoke. "I bring to thee, Evanara Danae Ravdylon. Flesh of mine own flesh. Blood of mine own blood. The heir apparent to the crown. Thy next ruler."

He stood, but the man’s voice cut through the noise of the pub like a blade. “Your grief blinds you. But you are not finished, Ignis.” Ryker froze. His pulse thundered. He turned slowly, violet eyes narrowing. “…What did you call me?” The man rose from his seat at last, tall and commanding, his cloak falling away to reveal armor of dark steel beneath. The shadows seemed to cling to him, bending to his will. His eyes, unveiled, were not merely dark but bottomless, a void that drew all light inward. He inclined his head, regal and unflinching. “I am Darius. King of this realm.”

"She always saw past the arrogant asshole, why can't you do same now that she needs it? I need to leave. I ought to be somewhere. Seb is in good hands. I had Tareem treat him, himself" "Who is Tareem? I have heard alot about him, your highness ", I bow curtly. "He is trouble. He is the son of Darc- the successor to the Darc empire and the best sorcerer ever had. He is my nephew. If you think Davil and Sasha is arrogant, wait till you meet Tareem Darc. If he comes close to Sasha, shield him from her. He is only around when he needs to rain havoc or has an agenda in mind "

I avoid letting him witness my emotional breakdown; crying in his presence is something I'm determined not to do. Turning away, I begin to walk, but something holds me back, and I choose to speak instead of facing him directly. "Williams, understand this clearly—Aira will never be your daughter. As she grows up, I'll tell her that Dean is her father. You'll remain dead to me, and no matter your attempts, my love for you will never be rekindled. I erred in marrying a beast, but now, I'm uniting with a prince charming who knows how to love and care—the kind of man I want for my daughter."

“Why? Do you know who he is? Who is he?” Josh took some time to say it but when he did, we were all left pale and breathless. “Darius is the son of the late Queen Agatha. He’s Arthur’s half-brother, Anna. He’s practically entitled to the throne. If Arthur dies, he’s next in line. That’s what this means. That’s what all of this means!” I sat on the bed and touched my forehead. By. The. Goddess.