Daeron Targaryen Novels & Stories

“It is time to pass it as a wedding gift to your bride. I don’t have a son Dareon and my human wife died a long time ago. My heart died along with her. No one will use that anymore. As my adopted son and soon to be the next Dragon Lord, that wedding gown rightfully belongs to your bride now.” Dareon’s eyes looked with full gratefulness to the Dragon Lord, who took good care of him like his own son. After giving birth to him, his dragon mother left the Dragon Land without any word, to search for that sorcerer, who impregnated and cheated on her. She never came back thereafter. Dareon’s mother is a dragon and his real father is a sorcerer making him a strong dragon. Being raised and trained by

Samson blushed awkwardly. He was a rough guy who had been a soldier for years and he never really did much reading. Thomas gave him a blank look, “Read more when you have time. Don’t just focus on drinking and fighting all day long. Daenerys knew that Tyrion was quite a talented person, so she offered him to be the hand of the king.” “Ryan is a talented individual, but you must not use Vany as a hostage to force him to join us. That’s not good.”

She drank de Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron

These men’s armour was finer than the soldiers around us, the colours more vivid and the leather detailing beautiful to behold. “It is good to see you Aurien,” the foremost man stopped before us. His voice was warm as he greeted my dragon. He was masked, as they all were, but I saw his eyes flick to me. “And your lady friend.” “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Aurien announced. “Magistar Glenowayn.” “Princess,” the man amended. “My apologies. How may we serve you?” “Magistar Glenowayn, we seek the warlock Daerton,” I told him, rising to my feet, and stepping away from Aurien. “I am currently engaged in a war and require his services.”

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

She drank deep. Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thrones.

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

"Darius," Lander said, a dark weight hanging on that one word. "Who is Darius?" Ella asked, peering past Lander at the glyph scrawled onto the page. "Darius is an ancient name, once a formidable warrior, a sorcerer, and our friend," James explained. "Then become our enemy. He was one of the original members of the Vampire Hunters in the Kingdom of Nork. He is the very own trusted ally of the Master Sorcerer—a spy, a traitor, a first-generation vampire hunter. Darius fought against us when the master sorcerer declared war on our race."

It meant the same thing. “I know of the dead Ivory. The Black riders have worked with that clan to get rid of someone.” Arianna folded her arms over her chest. “You worked with Alistair?” “No. I was told the Clan leader was a man who went by the name, Eric Fontane.” “Alistair never gets into deals in person.” I explained. “I stayed with them for a while, so I know what goes on in there. Eric Fontane is his right-hand man. If Alistair ever gets involved, then it’s a serious issue.”

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."