Daeron Targaryen Novels & Stories

"Yes, you're right. I was also the one who chased you. I had no ill intentions towards you at all. I just wanted to see who you were because you look like Darren, my husband." "Your husband? The man who looks like me is your husband?" "He's the leader of Pack Kyne," Diana said proudly. Damien was even more shocked because he thought Adam was still the leader of this territory. Fortunately, Alpha Darren could read Damien's mind, so he immediately rectified the wrong thought. "Decades have passed, Adam has handed over his throne to me. I knew you were the rightful candidate for the throne because you were older than me. So when I knew you were still alive, I wanted to find you. I was willing t

​He stepped in close and leaned forward, his red eyes glowing with a deadly serious intensity as he locked his gaze onto his son's face. ​"Draevon is a dragon. He is the only living dragon left in all the kingdoms. The way we know this for sure is because of what happened back then. He completely erased the entire Shadowmere Dominion kingdom when they offended him." ​"A dragon?" Darius repeated. The word hit him like a physical blow, finally knocking a bit of the arrogance right out of his chest. His eyes went wide again as the horror set in.

Ready to judge and laugh at our humiliation. I stepped forward,my legs were shaking.The silver chains burned.Not from any magic spell but from shame.Because just across the dais stood them. The Alpha twins.Damon and Darian Darkthorn. Damon had ice blue eyes,his hair was black.his jaw was carved from winter.he was cruel.cold.He was the one who commanded armies,He won wars.he was the real definition of power. Darian had the same face but his eyes where warmer.He was a fraction of softer.he once saved me from male stray wolves when were were just pups.But he doesn’t seem to remember that.But I will always do.

Xander looked slightly displeased when he was telling me earlier, after all, Dean had always been by his side both as his Beta and friend. Small murmurs echoed around through the confused-looking people as they stared between Dean and Damon, who was looking intensely at him. His mother nowhere in sight. “I, Dean Adara, son of Vetino Bandera and Kayla Adara, claim my rightful throne as an Alpha King of the South and East. I shall do my duty and treat my people with honor, respect, justice and lead my lands as I seem to be beneficial for my people and me.”

With that said, Beggar King did not continue as Tyr was deep in thought. The amount of information contained within the two short sentences was simply overwhelming. First of all, War Emperor— War Emperor was the Lord of Six Doors. Tyr did not expect him to be of the Four Noble Imperial Families of the Imperial Capital City. To think the actual name of the Lord was Silas Regulus; what a domineering name. The other was Mad King, Dalton Alroy—whether it was the surname or the title of Mad King, it allowed Tyr to relate him with Mad King because he had the berserk blood within him. His mother was also surnamed Alroy.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

I stare at him, bewildered. "It's time for you to remember" He places his right hand on my chest, his eyes burning brighter. Pain explodes deep inside me and it becomes so hard to breathe."You are Daeron Zrēlyen, the rightful king of the four lands. Claim your throne and save your people from the calamity that is to befall them"

The myrmen swapped jokes as they enjoyed the warmth of the fire, but young Lord Bar Emmon had turned a splotchy grey, and Lord Velaryon was watching the king rather than the conflagration. Moriah would have given much to know what he was thinking, but one such as Velaryon would never confide in him. The Lord of the Tides was of the blood of ancient Storm Drone, and his House had thrice provided brides for Drone princes. It was the same with the other lordlings. He could trust none of them, nor would they ever include him in their private councils. My grandsons will joust with theirs, though, and one day their blood may wed with mine. In time my little black ship will fly as high as Velaryon'

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

He said and then he laughed like he is happy that he killed his mother. “Did she own the lamp?” I asked “Not anymore” He answered “So what is your name?” “Samael” He answered and his eyes turned all white and I heard the angels scream outside. As if he is connected to them. Maria looked at me and asked, “What is going on?” I didn’t answer because I don't know what is going on. It seems that he is controlling all the others outside. “Hush,” He said and they immediately tame. “Don’t you see? I can control human emotions. I have an army of angels. I am higher and more powerful than him now, and now you still choose to reconcile with him rather than to your own brother?”