Daeron Targaryen Novels & Stories

Ryan looks down at Lester's broken body, before frowning back over at us. "Wasn't you locked away, how did you get out?" Max asks Ryan with a frown. "We broke him out and we're talking about the lycan king," I say answering both of their questions. "The what?" Ryan asks as a look of confusion cross face. "The Lycan king, the son of the first lycan," I say. "What's a Lycan?" Ryan asks, still looking confused. I look at him for a moment seeing that he really doesn't know who I'm talking about.

Darryl could barely react in time when the mask was already torn off! The New World Emperor gritted his teeth upon seeing the familiar face before him. “Darryl Darby. Prince Consort of the South Cloud World. Elysium Gate Sect Master. The Indomitable Darby! It’s you! You’re not dead yet! How dare you take part in my daughter’s martial arts marriage tournament?!”

It was too painful for Raeherys to look at. The noise settled down when Aravyr stepped up into the staircase, so he could be seen by everyone. “Hear me,” he called out to the crowd. “My brethren … my kinds … my blood … it is I, Aravyr Alagor, Blood of the Hyborns, Descendant of the Dragon Lord Hylos, King of Draconos and Ruler of the Dragon Realm.”

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

What was it about her that had me ready to give up everything I believed in? She was nothing more than a warrior sent by the Alpha King. That alone makes her life span shorter than most. Not only in this war but in general. Most warriors didn’t live long. Leaving the room, I wandered down the hall until I reached the stairs that would take me downstairs. I told Julian to let me know when the rogue woke, but I was curious. I had noticed he moved differently than the other infected we have come across. It was a bit surprising that Taelin decided to bring him back though. She was proving to be more valuable than I had originally considered. Yet the draw I had to her was troubling. Maybe it was

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

I snarled. "Very good, Alpha King!" He clapped his hands, walking around me like a predator. "I am Gadreel, a Lycan Demon. Do you like my vessel? I enjoy it quite a bit. I have all of his memories too, and thanks to them, I know who you are... Tyrion. It looks like you are my great-great-great-great-nephew or something like that." His grin merely stretched his mouth while his eyes remained cold. "You're my ancestor," I said, locking my eyes on him.

"What do you mean?" "Averi Mortala is the first born prince. He is male and that automatically grants him a birth right to rule this kingdom... he is acknowledge as the crown prince of Arryn until the King died when he is seven or eight? I am not sure but at the very same year. He adbdicate the throne to Orius, his younger brother though for me, he is the perfect cut for the title." Malik smiled at me. He rested his arm above my shoulder, "If he didn't abdicate the throne. It was him who is going to be your husband and not Orius."

Rowena, The Alpha werecat from the ‘golden pride’ said. “Keir Frederick is alive and in one piece. That bloodsucker bastard escaped death by my hands once but not next time. Only if his witch hadn't yanked him out of the battle. Bloody cowards!” Lyceon‘s powerful voice resonated throughout the whole room driving everyone to succumb into his authority and belief. He recalled the scene of the war where He lost his last saviour.

Third Person Matteo observed the intense confrontation between Joric and Clay. He acknowledged the strength of both combatants, recognizing the potential for either to assume the role of the other's beta. Despite Clay's current beta status, Matteo sensed that he possessed the capability to ascend to the position of Alpha. In their human forms, despite Joric's seniority, Clay exhibited a formidable fighting prowess and a physique that matched Joric's. Well-trained and disciplined, Matteo wouldn't be surprised if Clay, the prospective beta, managed to surpass his future alpha.