Daeron Targaryen Novels & Stories

The Seventh War King, Tyrion War King, was Taran Zach. The Eighth War King, Jorvath War King, was Adair Gretti. The Ninth War King, Xalvor War King, was King Marciais. The Tenth War King, Weylin War King, was Wayra Faelhmer. The Eleventh War King, Wyrden War King, was Lina. The Twelfth War King, Talrion War King, was Xainte Callahan.

Giovanni’s face said it all, he was not going to let this go. “I would first like to introduce you to my older brother, Nicolas D’Angelo, the REAL and rightful heir to this whole empire” Dante said, looking at Giovanni as people gasped, muttering between themselves “I was just as surprised as you currently are when I found out, but then again, it seems like our beloved father hid more than just my brother…”

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

“I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.” “As for Arianna being an only child, then you are very wrong. Alpha Malakai De Mori, son of Mariana and the late Alpha Lorenzo De Mori has taken his rightful position as true Alpha. Your mate has been sentenced to an excommunicado by the order of the elders.” He said, and I glared at the man who smirked.

“Who are they?” I glanced up at him in surprise. I was so accustomed to being known, that it had not occurred that he would not recognize my siblings. “Um. Tarragon, Rue, Caraway, and Valerian, of Queen Diandreliera and King Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn.” “Oh. Uyan Taesil,” he nodded, leaning slightly on the wooden sword. “Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn? A dragon.” “Mhm,” I watched his face from under my eyelashes.

I was his daughter's enemy anyway, so living until this time without him killing me was clearly a miracle. "Yezus, answer me!" he demanded while I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip anytime he called me Yezus. Only the moon gods knew how much I despised that name. The name he always bragged about! "This is the identity I gave her, Yezus." He told people every time he dragged me to his events and meetings. I didn't answer him because, honestly, I was tired of everything. I was tired of always trying to run away from him, but he always caught me.

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

Morwen wasn’t here today. But her absence was louder than her presence. She was watching from the mirrors. And I let her look, because calmness wasn’t weakness,it was control. Then he walked in. Darius Vale. Third-year sentinel. Son of the High Warden of Elden Reach. Arrogant and powerful. He’d never liked me. Not when I was rebellious, not when I vanished. And certainly not now that I’d returned without a scratch. He strode down the center aisle like he owned it, his entourage trailing behind him,two juniors and a scribe who documented every word he said, like they were recording prophecy.

"Did you, alpha king? Or did you just kill what she wanted you to see?" "Who is that?" I demanded, but I already knew. Could feel it through the mate bond, Thorne's terror, his disbelief, his rage. "That," Dante said quietly, his voice hollow, "is Morgana's husband. The one who supposedly died centuries ago." "Malachar," Thorne confirmed, and his voice shook. "Malachar Ashford. The Dark King." Malachar’s red eyes found mine across the clearing, and his smile widened.

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.