Jon Daenerys Romane & Geschichten

The power in my voice that sent Maddox fleeing from my apartment. I am Lena Silvermoon, daughter of Jorah Silvercrest and a mother whose full name I still don't know. I am neither Pure nor hybrid. I am something new. Something feared. And I have enemies coming for me from all sides.

Who was this? “My name is Alaris De Vontia! Son of the Past King and Queen of House Zoter, Bearer of the Death Gem and the Heir of the Lost Throne. I am the Saviour that was promised. I have come to bring you freedom, and rain fire on the armies of the White King! Vengeance will be ours! We will take our rightful place in Vestros and all our enemies shall bow at our feet! I am your Prophecy!” He paused, looking around, his eyes zeroing on Nyka. “If any of you wish to challenge me, then declare it now. I just might be merciful while granting you death.”

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.

Kristina is hesitant but she answered yes already since there will be no heights anymore. ________

Hurting her is not part of the plan. Loving her. That is my plan, but this throne makes me tough and brave. I have to. For her safety and not mine. The family is after her family. Amber is one of the richest in the Eastern land. And we will have a great army and connections with them. Will give me the throne that I love. I am choosing and, since I was once born, I have decided that the throne is more important to me and not the love that once perished.

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

She peered at Luna, then Elias, with her huge eyes. “They’re so tiny,” she whispered. Daemon crawled up beside her, staring. “They’re red.” “They’re newborns,” Morris explained, voice low. “They’ll turn pinker soon.” Daenerys reached out one finger, hesitated, then touched Luna’s cheek. “Hi, baby sister. I’m Daenerys. I’m gonna teach you how to draw dragons.” Luna stirred, blinked sleepily. Daemon leaned closer to Elias. “Hi, baby brother. I’m Daemon. I’ve got dinosaurs. You can play with them when you’re bigger.”

The crown upon his head is a dark, jagged metal that looks like metal dragon claws curled around his temples. But it’s his eyes that unsettle me the most as I approach closer. They are not human. Not entirely. They are slitted like a dragon’s, watching me with a burning curiosity that makes my skin prickle with heat. I will not let him see my fear. The soldier shoves me down on my knees before him. “Before you is Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion,” the soldier announces. “Dethroned princess of Velmira, offered as your Queen tribute.”