Jon Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Tara said, looking at me with her famous evil smile. As happy as I am to see her, I am equally worried about the torture she is about to put me through. She and her twin brother are our pack trainers. She never takes it easy on me because I am the alpha. Maybe she’ll be nice since I am pregnant. We both walk to the table and sit with my family, who are all laughing at our antics. They are used to us acting like this. Tara and I grew up together. Her parents were my mom’s beta couple. She and Tarron, her twin, were supposed to share Beta duties, but Tarron wanted to be the Lead Warrior instead. He is a warrior to the core and a strategic genius. We used to be very close as pups, but we grew a

He tried to soothe me with patience and tenderness, whispering, "I love you, Leah. I want to give you everything in this world." "I want nothing but you," I whispered back, embarrassed by the depth of my sudden revelation. "I want to give you a child and make us a family." "Let's start over," he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my neck. "This time, please don't run away from me." The car came to a sudden stop. "Did you see that?!" Jorah turned to us, a mischievous grin and a giddy look on his face. Behind us, a line of overturned cars blazed in flames. "I got rid of all of them!"

"Where is he going today?" ​"To the office. The real one," Ava said, watching my reaction closely. "He mentioned taking you there later. I’d advise you to put on some actual clothes and wipe the 'I just fell in love with my step-villain' look off your face before he gets back." ​"I am not in love with him!" I shouted, the effort making my head throb again. ​"Keep telling yourself that," Ava said, walking toward the door. She paused, looking back over her shoulder. "By the way, Arya Stark survives. But she doesn't do it by crying into a man's neck. She does it by becoming someone else."

"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

“My head understands that you’re absolutely right, but my heart can only see her as the person who hurt you repeatedly. I don’t think this is the right place for her.” “Oh baby,” I murmur, nestling closer to him. “I’m so sorry that you got hurt. All I ever want is to make you happy. But we can’t send Tara away before that sliver of Morgana’s awareness is nullified.” Arlo stares at me, his eyes heating, “I guess you’ll have to find a different way to make me happy then,” he murmurs, his mouth finding mine and claiming my lips with slow, delectable precision.

Sometimes you just get a bad apple. “But sometimes the whole tree is rotten.” Santos growled. I opened the door and kicked it open, growling. “What?! Who are you?! Don’t you know who we are?!” Tyrion’s father shouted as I pushed him again the wall. “Where is Alpha Jayden?” I asked. Tyrion’s father laughed, “you’re too late. My son will soon be Alpha.” He stared ahead, something most people did when they mindlinked someone. “Don’t you dare tell your son.” I growled.

“Eventually, yes. I’m sure we have to so we can conceive a child. We are both young, and I’m not ready for that phase of my life.” I hate how jealous I am of Jonat. I’m not sure if I will handle the day he bonds his life to hers. I’m glad he isn’t ready yet, but knowing it’s coming is hard. The best I will ever get from Taran is his claim. The only reason he is claiming me is to protect me, not because he loves me but to keep me since I’m loyal. I am nothing to Taran but a loyal friend with benefits. Taran’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, “What is troubling you?”

Ragnar and Jorge, the two Dark Progenitors, had dealt a devastating blow to the Cathedral's army. The first casualty was Lysander, who fell right there on the battlefield. This nearly shattered Arya's composure as she pursued Andrew. She had always thought of Lysander as her little brother, after all. Besides, as a fellow angel of the Cathedral, she had always been respected and adored by the angels beneath her as their big sister. But now, he was gone. Arya became like an enraged bulldozer, charging in and out of the Dark Army relentlessly. Her frenzied slaughter drew constant roars of fury from the two Dark Progenitors.

“You both are angry, and I feel nothing is better cure that hard sex to get rid of angry emotions…” Kira glared at him. “I will go and be with the children for a while, but then I would go to Yana, but I will ensure they are safe, okay?” Taron nodded, bowed and started to leave. “And Kira, my queen, we will talk about this initiation thing once you both are calm. And…” he added, “I will put up a shadow on Covey brothers. In no way, my queen, no way, they will ever lay hands on my prince and princess.” And with this comforting declaration, Taron left.

I longed to find him, to share my concerns with him. "He hates me now... " "No, he doesn't. Go and remove the barrier. Remember, intimacy must not die ever. " She gave me a smile and a pat on my shoulder, looking at my bed and with a slight nod she left. 'Tyrion needs to bury himself deep inside us to make everything better again. ' I got up from the bed and walked out, Ava caught my sight and her smirk widened. "Forget about him. He isn't going to accept you ever. Do you think you can have his children? "