Jon Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The Veilborn magic had no mercy. It didn't care about allies or enemies. It cared only about survival. The clearing twisted. The air grew thicker. Reality itself frayed at the seams. I stumbled forward, trying to rein it back in—trying to remember who I was. **Thorold.** Son of Ryker and Zara. Alpha Heir of Stormfang. *Not* a weapon. *Not* a monster. I closed my eyes, forcing the thought through the torrent. "I am not theirs," I whispered.

Jaycob- The thing about Tara is that she was unpredictable. We shared a brief moment of intimacy almost a week ago when I met her under the bleachers and she had been avoiding me all week after that. Or at least it felt like she was, maybe she was just too busy for me. She never spoke to me in class save for the wave of greeting and opted to walk alone to several of the classes we shared together back to back. I was a little hurt by it to say the least and wondered if I had done something to upset her. Part of me craved that interaction with her, however small it was, but I would never push it. I knew where I stood in this world and I knew where she stood, on opposite ends. She was th

She gave Arya a meaningful look, and Arya stepped back. Tara wrapped up everything she had in a stone grey hoodie with a picture of Selene from Underworld shooting two handguns. In big neon blue letters, it read, “an unknown chapter lies ahead….” On the back was the last of the narration from the first movie. “All that is certain is that Darkness is still ahead. But for now, for the first time, I look into the light with new hope.” “Oh my God, Tara! I love that hoodie!” Elle gasped and held it up for Arya to see. Arya nodded grumpily. She watched them with her arms crossed and a slight pout on her face.

Lottie scoffed; I didn't need to turn to know she was rolling her eyes. "Your, my brother, dickhead!" Kane coughed weakly. And I winced at the sound; I had never seen my brother weak before, let alone truly hurt. "Hey, it worked for the Targaryens." I countered, deflecting the feelings washing through me. "Pretty sure they were mostly mad psychopaths," I muttered, tilting my head as my mother approached with a jacket, her eyes unable to meet mine, but the tears that sat there unmissable, even to me.

I didn’t want him dead, so I gave him a fatal injury on his neck to keep him busy while I fought his companions. They were strong, but they were no match for me. However, I was outnumbered; they all coordinated an attack against me, coming all at once. Amidst the chaos, Tara stumbled, the moonlight catching her face. Her blind eyes gleamed with an inner light; a faint blue fire.

Although before he knew it, a low growl had escaped his throat at the sight of Daniel's arm going around to pull Aubrianne to him. Aragorn all but challenged everyone here tonight, "MINE." He roared as a wave of possessiveness threatened to take control of him. Over his dead body, Alpha Thornton thought. His daughter was not mating with this scum of a family. The moment the first growl sounded, his men were alert but watched. Even though Ivan was missing most of the night, Theo already surmised he was with Jada. But thankful Ivan was already here with the details. Alpha Thornton knew exactly who this was, the son of a scum. "How the f*ck did he even get this far?"

The tradition is horrible and must be stopped. Meagan is old and frail. I don't question Tahr's love for her. You can see it in the attention he gives her. In only a short time, he will be as Sarn. I do not want that for my dragon. I love him, but he must never love me.

"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

I looked down at him. “You don’t wanna walk, and I have no strength left.” “You’re more childish than your sister.” I joined him on the ground. Don’t get me wrong, I was still pissed that I could elbow him in the face. Valentine was only an inch shorter than me. He was leaner, but he had military experience, so he could probably knock me down if we brawl. “Tara will be taken away for her safety somewhere safe.” “Then Sawyer will show up, charm her to fall for him.” I looked at him intensely. “Motherfucker. He’s worse than me. If I were a philanderer, he was a coldhearted, irresponsible, reckless scam.”

Ty I was training with my brother and Tommen in the gym, it was just three of us who were sharing jokes. Tommen was about sixteen when we died and his father was killed along with us because he refused to bend a knee to Roman. His father Kenrig was loyal to Aidan's throne but he told his family to survive and avenge him when it was right before being killed by Roman. His brothers bent a knee along with his mother and two sisters to survive, he always knew we would be back somehow and he trained hard for years unknown to Roman as his family was made omegas because of their father. Addison had recruited him in the early years and his family joined the rebellion to avenge their father. His moth