Jon Daenerys Novels & Stories

At times, I wonder how I ended up being an Alpha when my parents were Betas, but it didn't take a toll on me since I was living fine with them, and the Alpha trait is hidden so that no one would find out. “She is here to see you—” one of my guards announced and left the room immediately. I turned to the door and watched her come in. She was Ava, the lady I chose just to make my parents happy. She bowed to me. “Tyrion!!” having a smile on her face, she walked forward. I feel so sorry for her because there's no atom of love I have for her. If I can find the lady I spent the night with, I will likely pay her and send her out of the Pack too. I wouldn't want anything that would stop me from lovi

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

It was so bad that we started avoiding our own home at a point. If I believed in diviners, I would have sent her to one. Ameera would tear the pillows, slash the pictures with a knife and generally destroy anything that came her way. This has happened since the day Arya died. Two months after Arya's death, it became obvious that Ameera wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We started locking her in the attic every Tuesday before she woke up. We would put her breakfast, lunch and even dinner in there and only bring her out on Wednesday morning. Sometimes it felt like there was a spell cast on her whenever she woke up on a Tuesday morning.

"I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out. "When I was a lad I fo

Anyone would drool from where I stood, and this god was Devyn. Devyn Tyrion.

Personality description: domineering, impatient, possessive, charming, straightforward, resourceful, self-disciplined, intuitive, adaptable, determined Family: James Wood (father) Diana Wood (mother dead) Arya Wood (younger sister) Friends: Daniel Williams (best friend) John Davies (best friend) This story will only be updated in February. follow me on Instagram for sneak peek and news about updates @peyton_iuga

“But you’ve got this. You do. You remember the choreography, right?” I nodded. My throat was too tight for words. Professor Marwood didn’t wait. “Amara Dorne of House Viremont, third-blood to Councilor Elaine Dorne, and Caelin Harren of House Myrren, first-son to the Delta Wardens of southern Lirath. Step forward.” Another pair.

she said as she sobbed. She disregarded her image and cried like a little girl. Her only hope left was Kaze. “If you help me, you won’t be disappointed. I know you want to take control of Westeros and I am willing to help you achieve that,” she said as tears rolled down her face. She had no negotiation chips left except for her sincerity. “It’s not that I don’t want to help you, I’m surprised too. Who would have thought that you are Edmund’s biological daughter?”

She smirked and made an ugly face. I shrugged, " I think you should worry about your strategy rather than keeping an eye on us. " This sent her go howling and gritting her teeth, " I, the only daughter of a powerful Alpha, carrying his blood, and the child of another powerful and dominant Alpha, don't need any strategy. Even my unborn is more powerful than a trash like you. After all, Tyrion isn't a weak man... "