Daeron Targaryen Novels & Stories

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

The weight of leadership pressed heavily upon him, the future Alpha of the **Thornheart Pack** with the responsibility of ensuring their safety. Darius was not just a figurehead; he was a formidable force. His reputation preceded him—tales of his strength echoed through the valleys, often recounted around campfires by the flickering glow of flames. He had trained relentlessly, honing his skills through years of combat and sparring matches. His dark hair fell in unruly waves, framing a face marked by determination, while his piercing green eyes held a fierceness that commanded respect. Many envied him, some feared him, but few truly understood the weight of his burdens.

“But you’ve got this. You do. You remember the choreography, right?” I nodded. My throat was too tight for words. Professor Marwood didn’t wait. “Amara Dorne of House Viremont, third-blood to Councilor Elaine Dorne, and Caelin Harren of House Myrren, first-son to the Delta Wardens of southern Lirath. Step forward.” Another pair.

“Your years prevent another. The time has come to discuss succession.” “And who would you see wear my mantle?” my father asked. His voice was still firm, though his knuckles whitened against the chair arm. Elder Jorah leaned in, thin lips curling. “There are Alphas ready to claim the chance. Young. Strong. Ambitious. Darius Blackthorn of Silverfang—his lineage is unbroken, his victories already spoken of. He would be a fitting heir.” The name burned in my ears. “Darius Blackthorn?” I burst out before I could stop myself. My voice rang louder than intended, slicing into the silence.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

"It's been too long." Cousin?? King Darius the lycan king that had visited kierean and was part of he people that orchestrated the public whipping, was kieran cousin?

“He believes that Charlotte poses a threat to his claim over the title of Alpha of the Black Onyx pack.” Azraiel is about to open his mouth to ask him about the army when Daniel looks straight in his eyes and says, “Oh, and there are rumours that the fallen Alpha of the Black Onyx pack and the first ever Trueblood, Emmanuel Reed is alive!”

Christian shakes his head When Daryl had said Christian was part of the Royal pack he hadn’t been far from the truth, if only he knew where he really grew up, would he have agreed to the spell?. “So they are all like me?” I gestured to the women who I had trained with” “Not entirely, yes they are a hybrid like you, but you outrank them” “How?” “You are the only true heir to your throne, which in a way makes you a Queen”

I could instantly see that something about that question made him very uncomfortable at that moment, “The truth about her parents,” I stared at him questioningly, “Her parents are dead,” shaking his head he clenched his jaw as a deep frown spread across his face, “No, they’re not,” and I could only stare at him as confusion set in. He sighed once before continuing, “Alpha Warrick and Luna Blythe weren’t Arya’s real parents,” My eyes instantly widened in disbelief, “What?” “Her real mother is Luna Aster,” clenching my jaw I cocked my head as I stared at him in shock,