Daeron Targaryen Novels & Stories

his mum said. "Okay, at least you guys should tell me what it is first," Darey said, his parents looking at each other. "You're not a normal human child," his dad said. "I already know that," Darey said, "Your real name is Prince Alstin Hartley, you are from another world, we ran with you to protect you from the order to kill our kind, your parents were killed during the massacre, we served your parents at that time, there was nothing we could do, that was the only way," said Jones,

The first one to appear spoke. "Sister!" The other exclaimed to warn her. "And this next to me is called Dinel. We directly serve the demon king and his queen. We also act as the ear and eyes of the palace." She said as Dinel grabbed her wrist. When Arch looked at her, she shook her head. "I understand you are trying to protect your sister and that you don't trust me, but I give you my word as a warrior, I will never forget your kindness. Also, my name is Victor." I introduced myself.

He had created a being from magic and necromancy as one of the three superweapons he had intended to throw at the hated General Christopher’s army, hoping this tipped the ongoing stalemate to him, finally allowing him entrance to the only portal out of this forsaken realm. “Send Norian, she will get it done,” Darius said, stroking his thick black beard for a few moments. Lieutenant Norian was the master assassin Carey’s protégé, and he only took in the best. Not hearing his command being acknowledged, Godking Darius looked up, and upon seeing the man visibly pale slightly, he raised an eyebrow.

Dillon said. Drake smirked and put his hands in his pocket. “The kingdom is big enough to welcome the enemy,” he said hesitantly. “No sweats, no preparation at all,” he confidently mumbled. Beta Dillon shrugged his shoulders. ‘Well, the alpha’s tactics were one hundred steps away.’ Dillon thought. “—how about your heir? Your stray?” Then, Dillon asked out of the blue. Drake glance at him. “Eyes up on her; she’s suffering,” he answered and looked away. “I’d like to punish her until she collapsed.” He smiled mischievously.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

“Then let your cowardice end here.” He lifted his gaze, and the torment in his eyes nearly undid her resolve. “The truth begins with your father. King Althar Vale did not claim the throne by inheritance. He seized it. The rightful line was extinguished in fire and betrayal—or so it was thought. But one child escaped.” Her breath caught. “Kaelen.” Darian nodded once. “He is the last son of House Draven, the dynasty your father overthrew. The shadows he bears are not merely skill—they are legacy. His claim is as true as yours, perhaps truer.”

Her true mate. Darius. She forced herself still, breath caught in her throat. Around her, courtiers whispered, oblivious to the storm roaring in her chest. “Presenting the sons of Alpha Garrison,” the herald called. “Lord Kieran of Ironfang, and his elder brother, Lord Darius.” Kieran dismounted smoothly, bowing with flourish. His eyes flicked to hers again, and the smile deepened—as if fate had brought them together once more. The bile in her throat nearly choked her.

“Blood calls to blood, Morris. You can raise them, but you cannot change what runs in their veins.” Morris let out a harsh and jagged laugh. “Blood? You want to talk about blood? My blood runs in the child Sharon carries, yes. But the blood in Daenerys and Daemon is the blood I chose. I chose them the day I married their mother. I have chosen them every day since. If I die tomorrow, they will inherit what I built, my territory, my alliances and my name. Not because of some old bloodline you cling to like a drowning man, but because I say so. Because I raised them. Because they are mine.”

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

"You meant that you've failed. Just like the one before you. And the one before him. And every other trembling fool who's stood in this room and offered me explanations instead of results." "Y-Your Majesty..." the healer whispered, his composure cracking. "Please... just seven more days. I beg you. I'll make her wake. I swear on my life!" "Seven days?" A cold laugh escaped him. "She’s been lying here like a fucking corpse for fourteen days already. Fourteen. Are you seriously suggesting I give your incompetent ass yet another week to disappoint me?" Fourteen days? I'd been unconscious for two weeks. The realization made my stomach drop. For two whole weeks, I'd been lying helpless in the Lyc