Jon Snow And Daenerys Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ruben snarled, “a woman dares talk back to me. I should have known you were the one who poisoned my daughter, feeding her lies and making her a stubborn wife instead of a submissive one. Now, because of you, my plans have been ruined. The pup I groomed…” Myra’s blood boiled as Jorah whispered, “He is trying to get to you, Myra; don’t let him,” her mind raging with anger even as The healer speaks, his eyes fixed on the alpha with a deathly stare filled with hate. “You insolent healer, you’re nothing but a mere omega, yet you dare look at me? I’ll have your head for the disrespect you’ve shown,” he snarled, and Myra couldn’t hold it any longer, charging forward just as the Red Dawn guards circ

Then I swung the sharp blades across his throat, deep enough to kill him in seconds. As the ground beneath him changed into dark-red, sticky mud, the crowd turned silent. With the last beat of his heart, Dante Greco turned into his lifeless human form. I raised my head and looked at the members of the royal council. Their mouths were open, and they all stared at me in disbelief. I brushed Greco's blood off my claws and hid them. Tyrion smirked, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the council. Tyrion briefly looked each member in the eyes before saying, "Let me state that again, Aria Seymour is my mate. She is the only woman I wish to claim, and I will. Now bow down because the one before you

There was a moment of silence as we all watched Tyrion take a substantial amount of gulps before giving a response. “Well…it's a lucky day because I brought you a souvenir,” Tyrion, belched, and dropped his drink. He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the table towards me. “Beta Damon’s wife, Lisa, and his three-year-old son, Jayden.” I almost choked on my drink. “Wait what?” A sly smile gradually drew at the corner of my lip. “Could you please draw me a clearer picture?” I asked, leaning back into my seat.

Then he pressed another cup of wine on her, and spoke of love and lust and other trifles all the way back to his manse. In the quiet of her chambers, Dany stripped off her finery and donned a loose robe of purple silk. Her dragons were hungry, so she chopped up a snake and charred the pieces over a brazier. They are growing, she realized as she watched them snap and squabble over the blackened flesh. They must weigh twice what they had in Vaes Tolorro. Even so, it would be years before they were large enough to take to war. And they must be trained as well, or they will lay my kingdom waste. For all her Targaryen blood, Dany had not the least idea of how to train a dragon. Ser Jorah Mormont

Dev says making Sona get all dirty thoughts about how it will be like to offer her whole body to the dragon king. * Read the next chapter to continue with their romance. Thanks.

Chapter 2 Arya’s POV The winter air made me shiver as I stumbled barefoot down the snow covered road, each step sending a fresh wave of cold through my body. I had nothing to keep myself warm…nothing but the thin lacy lingerie that clung shamelessly to my curves and offered zero warmth but I kept on walking because I didn't have any other choice.

Daemon began to recount the long story, and I listened intently to every word, "You know that the Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack has a daughter, 'Daenerys,' and her mate was supposed to be her cousin, Kaos. But what happened?" I asked in astonishment, "What happened?" He continued, "Overnight, the daughter of the leader and Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack ran away with the leader of the Black Mountain Pack, known as 'Kazius.' Her father managed to bring her back, but discovered today that she had given birth to Kazius's child. Today, Daenerys gave birth to her first daughter from Kazius of the Black Mountain Pack after their escape and pursuit."

The night tasted like ash and fury. Veyra stood barefoot at the edge of the cliff, the wind thrashing her cloak against her legs as if the skies themselves mourned. Below her, the forest bowed in silence, shadows swallowing the trees whole. Jon was alive—but barely. His wounds, carved by Nyros' wrath, had turned her blood to ice. She had never heard him scream like that. Not even during the war with the Obsidian Fang. She could still see his face as he was carried back to Nightveil—bruised, bloodied, breath shallow. She had touched his broken chest, her hands trembling, and whispered his name over and over until her voice gave out. That had been the last crack in her restraint.

In truth, she just wanted to see Kaze again, even if it meant giving up some things. “Don’t say that. We’re already familiar with each other. There’s no need for such formality.” Kaze looked at Snow’s cheerful face and wondered why she was so happy. She had come here for work. Why was she so excited? “Let me brief you about the situation here in Westeros.” Kaze maintained a professional attitude. He had only asked Snow to come help clean up some trouble. Now that she was here, he needed to brief her in advance. Snow could not help but say, “Mr. Lee, let’s put work aside for now. I just arrived, and it’s not even daylight yet. Shouldn’t you let me rest first?”

Snow joked, patting Isleen. “My other friends Emma and Hannah couldn’t join us today since they are busy with work. Let’s just go now.” Snow said and went to me to link her arms. “You must be hungry from your trip. I had prepared dinner for you.” I grabbed Theon to my other hand and we walked to the shore. “Don’t look at them,” Theon said jealously. “I am not. You know I only have eyes for you. And they are all with their wives.” I assured him. And he nodded.