Daeron Targaryen Novels & Stories

Ariel looked at his brother and left the cell, he started preparing for his next journey, although I heard he would be going on a campaign to the east to eradicate the goblins disturbing this village. Everyone was already saying that he was the next king for he was winning the heart of the people in one sweep and very soon he would win the heart of almost everyone in the panel. Most of them were even surprised that Darius was not making any effort at the throne, although his victory at Westeros was recorded for him as an advanced. Immediately Ariel left I was released and sent to an inn to be properly taken care of, L was always by my side, I wondered what this sad and lonely demon had seen

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

“You see... no one knew who our mother was. Our father told us she abandoned us, but the truth was she wasn’t a wolf, and back then, that was against our rules. But with our mother, we have a second chance at having a mate. Hence Dane’s situation. Lucky bastard.” “I don’t understand,” I mumbled. “You’re Dane’s second mate.” He answered. “It’s almost as if you are Selena reincarnated.” “I’m seventeen. That would mean you killed her that many years ago, the day I was born.” I shook my head. “Dane looks so young.” Kade chuckled. “We don’t age.” He declared. Confused, I looked at him like he was stupid. “So now you’re a vampire?”

“This isn’t the time to panic or scare Emily. She’s only just beginning to understand her destiny. And even if we do run, now that those forces know she exists, they’ll hunt us down regardless.” The room fell into an uneasy silence, thick with tension. I glanced at Kieran and Lucien. Their faces were tight with worry. I didn’t need to ask to know who they were worried about most ,me. And honestly, I was terrified too. “His name is Darius,” Tharros finally said, his voice somber. “He is a being even the Moon Goddess condemned. The son of a demon and one of the most powerful witches to ever live. His power is unparalleled. He helped Maledicta in the first Betrayal, and during the war, the Luna

DEARON It would have been unfortunate to kill the Prince of the kingdom you had just allied with, and yet my mind was currently filled with all kinds of murderous thoughts. Seth Calogero was Alpha Hagan Calogero's younger son and one of the four Generals in the Farindorian army. The worst possible combination of a noble and a warrior. In other words, he was an arrogant asshole who believed he could have anything he desired. Right now, his eyes were on Kaira.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

She had lost her uncle and the man she loved, and grief and calculation flickered across her features in equal measure. “My father served this kingdom with undying loyalty,” Darian intoned, each word measured. “He protected this land. He had his faults, but he was a great king. I swear on his dead body, that I, Darian Barethion, son of Zarreth Barethion—will avenge his death. I will find the traitors and hang their heads.” His voice thrummed with venom and resolve. At his signal the guards moved. Torches were brought forward; the coffin was set. Flames began to lick at the wood.

And on it, seated on a throne made of black steel and dark leather, was he. Alpha King Darius. I had never even seen him in real life, only on TV or on the news cycle. He looked younger than I expected; the news loved to toss around his age, claiming he was in his mid-thirties and still without a Luna. His features were a chiseled cold jaw, storm colored eyes, a mouth that hadn’t smiled in a decade. He radiated power. Cruel, and dangerous power. They pushed me to my knees in front of him and I stumbled, falling on my knees. I glanced up and we locked eyes, for one awful moment.

I stepped toward the center of the room. "I am Sargis Arevik of House Sargsyan. Son of Malthor and Avaline. Last-born heir of the Line. I have fought in your wars. I have bled for your cities. I have returned from death itself, and I will not be questioned in my own court by men too afraid to see the enemy standing at our gates." Tyrus's eyes glittered. "Now that sounds like a king."

Araya calls for order but the assembled wolves are too worked up to immediately comply. Then the throne room doors open and a vampire delegation enters, their presence immediately silencing the arguing wolves through sheer shock that traditional enemies would dare appear in Drevalon's heart. The group is led by a vampire who looks remarkably similar to Lior, golden eyes and similar features suggesting close familial relationship. "That's my brother," Lior says quietly to Lucian. "Darian. He leads what remains of Thornhaven's military after Severan's death and Kaelen's failed rebellion."