Jon Daenerys Novels & Stories

I informed him. "You're not an Omega, you're my Luna, my Queen," He says, It's something I've never thought much of, am I worthy of leading by his side? A knock sounds on the door and Dan pokes his head in, "Guys, I'm starving can we go down now?" He asks, The door swings fully open and Arya walks in. She looks beautiful in a dress, it shows off her slender figure. She smiles mischievously at us and I blush in embarrassment.

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

He really loves me, or he only loves the memory of what I represent, but I refuse to be one more, and I deserve to be valued for who I am; I was not born for him; I am the daughter of an alpha and a princess by lineage, he is the one who has to prove to me that he is worthy of me and until he does I will not be his or anyone else's. I am Hannia Winter, princess of Vellentys, daughter of Alpha Hansen, and Luna Alania, princess of Zanaerys. I am not a simple wolf or witch waiting for his mate; I will not give myself to him; for me, he will have to fight as he has never done before. Chapter 1 FLASHBACK 5 YEARS AGO I still remember it as if it were yesterday, I was sitting in the garden, and lit

I turned to Adrina next who was helping to heal our injured comrades, she was with Dana. She is not using her power because there are other creatures now and I also know she is not completely healed yet so she is not trying. She would just drain her gathered strength with the rest she made in the last few days.

That, I could tell from her distinct scent. "She is a maid and has no place in our lives, Zander neither does a human." "She belongs to us. Let her know" he growled possessively but I wasn't about to listen to him. The attraction I'd felt towards her had been shattered by her low status. An Omega was in fact, better than her. I stood by the door, glaring at the girl while Zander continued urging me to claim her. But I didn't bulge. My decision was final.

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.

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

The air smelled of resin and coming frost. Morris stood at the head of the clearing, Luna and Elias flanking him. The twins were almost nine now, tall for their age, dark-haired and sharp-eyed. Luna’s fingers twisted in the fabric of her dress; Elias kept bouncing on his toes. My daughter Daenerys waited a few paces away, her chin high, her hands clasped behind her back. She looked so much like Roland in profile, the same high cheekbones, the same stubborn jaw. But her eyes were mine, and the quiet strength in her stance belonged to no one but herself.

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.”