Jon Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Have you finally given up at the thought that my nephew is going to save you?" I huffed a cold chuckle. "I'm merely trying to resist an urge to slice your throat, and Tyrion WILL get here." Ragnar's mouth twisted into a devilish grin. "He can try, but I doubt that he can get past my army with those few warriors who managed to escape. However, if he somehow manages to get through the borders, I will gladly invite him to the ceremony. I will let him watch me claim his mate before I'll kill him."

“You’re the lowlife my daughter chose to marry? Why wouldn’t I know you?” A banging sound rang in my ears. His daughter? Marry? How was that possible? The only person I was married to was Arya, an orphan without a family. Was this man mistaken? “I think you have the wrong person, sir.” “I do not.” His anger emanated from him in waves. I didn’t expect that the first time I would meet my role model would be when he was so irritable and angry. He was saying strange things, but there was surely an explanation for that. Except… “You’re the bastard that took my darling Arya away from me. I have watched you for years, but now I've decided that she isn’t safe with you anymore.”

"How do I explain this to you my Alpha King, you are not Arya's true mate, that was something my magic did, I used my dark magic the magic of darkness to create a union between you so I could complete my destiny." "Arya's true mate is Beta Jackson, as much as I wanted to push us away their bond was stronger, but that will end now, Arya is deep in my mind and will never return, you have lost and now all will be mine and darkness will reign, nothing and no one will be able to stand against me."

“I will spare her the stress to find out what's relating them. They will die together, and I will have them buried together, too.” “Are you serious about Don? Won't it be better to make peace with him?” “And you think he will welcome me after I kill his mate? Have you witnessed him snap someone to death?” Tyrion retorted, and the man shook his head. “You want to watch him do that to me?” he shook his head again. “He won't welcome me back again—never will he do that, so I'd better get rid of them at once and live freely the way I wish.”

Atticus whispered fiercely. "I had no choice in the matter. It's what my father wanted. And you should know, Raine. You can't get out of it either." Tyrion replied. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, but this is the way things have to be." "There's no way we're going to be mates, Tyrion. That show in there was just my father exerting his authority for everyone to see. I know my dad, he hates liars and he most especially hates cheaters. And I'll have you know that he hates them more than he hates me. That has to count for something. So I'm standing here telling you that we would never get betrothed and we would never become mates. I was stupid enough to fall in love with you. You were my friend, Tyrio

"I'm sorry, your Highness, I was instructed to return to the remnants of our people. His Highness didn't want to see me on the battlefield…" "I don't care! Take me back to him! Now!" "It's better that you don't show up, Your Highness." "Take me to my Alpha! It's an order?" I commanded. Confusion spread over Targon's face as he debated on what to do. He gnashed his teeth and paced down the bush angrily until he finally said, "Let's go, My lady." "I will take the blame, I ordered it." I said but he didn't respond.

Arthur softly says, "So what if I do? Do you know what it felt like to kill someone you love by your own hands?" "You know damn well I do." JD grits his teeth Arthur glances at me and continues, "Right. You had to kill Lyanna's father just to save Lyanna." "If Lyanna ends up being Raya, you won't be able to protect her and by then, I'll be taking her away from you. She's my bride." JD says, "Lyanna won't be Raya. I will be taking my bride." Just then JD turned around tranforming into a dragon and so did Arthur, he turn to look at me and wiped off my memories.

❤️ A Heated Argument ❤️ "Aragorn you don't know who Dark is, he keeps to his words. You are my only son, my only child, you need to stay away from him." Jold said. Even though he wants Aragorn dead for always displaying his stubbornness, and his stubbornness started ever since he came across Chaos, if only.he could get hold of that evil demon.

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

"And how am I to do that, if I go east as you counsel?" He ate an olive and spit out the pit into his palm. "I do not know, Your Grace," he admitted, "but I do know that the longer you remain in one place, the easier it will be for your enemies to find you. The name Targaryen still frightens them, so much so that they sent a man to murder you when they heard you were with child. What will they do when they learn of your dragons?"