Novel & Cerita Gael Targaryen

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

Crackling over hidden wires came his words, sharp against the hush of high walls and cold chandeliers. "Ladies and gentlemen," Paul began, his voice deep and wise. "An Alpha is incomplete without his mate, just as the night is incomplete without the moon. Today, under the witness of the Moon Goddess and the eyes of the world, we gather to witness the union of two souls. Leon Vareth Targarion has chosen his Luna, and today, House Targarion welcomes Rhea Valeria into our eternal embrace." Breath stuck in my chest. Sweetness dripped from Paul’s voice, nearly wiping out the memory - this very man claiming yesterday I didn’t belong to myself anymore.

“The mages?” “Yes,” Elara nodded. “They are known for healing that goes deeper than the flesh. My sister’s daughter is a powerful mage, a Seer. She can see the movements of the soul before the body even moves. She will be of great help in the coming war.” “We will wait for them,” Kael said. Once the business was done, Kael didn't lead me back to the castle. Instead, he took a side path that wound deeper into the ancient forest surrounding the Blackthorn fortress.

Because the game had opened her, she asked, voice small: “Tell me about your family.” Even the floating flames seemed to pause. Vaelrion turned toward the edge of the terrace, where the mountain’s darkness plunged into a sea of glittering stars. My mother was Queen Aelthira, he said softly. The last great female of my kind. Stronger than most kings, kinder than they deserved. Lyra listened, breath hushed. She died bringing my sister into the world. The confession fell heavily between them. “I’m sorry,” Lyra whispered. A faint, painful smile curved his lips. You say that as though you knew them.

My legs are very weak and I have to cling to a dark wooden cabinet on which are several bottles of JB, causing them to stagger. -I was always there for you, Lailah. -I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to know anything else. I want to go home. I want ...- And I'm not going to let that Azael get you in trouble. I'm going to use you to bring him here, and I plan to finish him off with my own hands. I will protect you. It's the last thing I get to hear before everything goes black. AZAEL

, all eyes, nose and ears were on her while she spoke, " but if you can be witty enough to cut off at least one of its legs, you will make killing it much easier for yourself " She was speaking English, but that definitely sounded like Greek, and I was sure that no other person in the room understood what she was saying. Nevertheless, she went on without interruption, " their Maester has a council, and in that council he has a hand by name Donaerys, a true born vampire sharing the same ancestors with him and the mastermind behind every successful operation he carries out, through him their pride has gained connections with the humans and their modern technologies, always making them one step

She spoke while reaching for the gold bar, "Jobs are running dry. You should put some ads online. We'll save whatever you make for your dowry." I raised my arm in defense, a scowl etched on my face. "Haven't you heard of the old ways? The gold bar belongs to Deathbringer's Child, the girl who guides souls. If you take it, you'll bring a curse upon yourself." Mom's laugh was cynical. She spun around and slapped me, her nails leaving a stinging trail on my cheek. Her eyes shot like daggers. "If I say you're the soul guide, then that's what you are. If I say you're not, then you're just my daughter. If I decide to sell you off to some lonely old man, that's exactly what you'll do!"

She and Rhobart had a few hours of sleep before the Mages set the pyres on fire. Rhobart, Ayla, the Paladins, and Milton stood next to the new Arch-Mage—a woman called Syndra. The Arch-Mage Semias had appointed her as his successor months ago. Rhobart held a torch in his right hand, and the new Arch-Mage Syndra lit it.

Kaze was disowned by the Lees and took his wife’s family name. He then revealed something else. “We just learned that Gareth, your old training pal in Arcadia, died at the hands of Lee, Uncle Gunter. “Gareth’s goddaughter, Hannah, is a member of the Viper’s Den, one of the special organizations in Arcadia. She tried to avenge Gareth, only to get the Viper’s Den involved. “In the end, Magnus, the branch director of the Viper’s Den’s Westeros branch is dead.” Niko observed Gunter’s expression.