Jon Targaryen Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

Crackling over hidden wires came his words, sharp against the hush of high walls and cold chandeliers. "Ladies and gentlemen," Paul began, his voice deep and wise. "An Alpha is incomplete without his mate, just as the night is incomplete without the moon. Today, under the witness of the Moon Goddess and the eyes of the world, we gather to witness the union of two souls. Leon Vareth Targarion has chosen his Luna, and today, House Targarion welcomes Rhea Valeria into our eternal embrace." Breath stuck in my chest. Sweetness dripped from Paul’s voice, nearly wiping out the memory - this very man claiming yesterday I didn’t belong to myself anymore.

So without even thinking it through I pulled away from him completely, and this time he didn't try and pull me back, I could see the deep concern on his face, “No,” I breathed, “My place is here, with my brother,” I said as I got up and took two steps back and away from him. His brows furrowed as he stared at me in shock, “You are not tied to Sean, Arya… You are tied to me,” He said as a sense of need and urgency infiltrated him.

A malicious smile twisted her lips as she spat, "You know what brings me joy? Ladon is going to kill Merwin Hart today, and break Ella emotionally. He's going to sever your mate bond with witches. I hope misery follows you wherever you go, Darcus. You are the reason for the loveless bond between Ladon and me. I despise you. I hope you never find love with your mate." "What did you say?" I snarled at her, marching towards her, "If anything happens to my father, I will come for you, your son, and everything you care about." "You can't touch me, little human. Even if you possess power, you must be more knowledgeable about using it. By the time you figure it out, my son will seize power, and I w

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.

He was happy to show her anything she wanted to read and discuss any questions she has. Bjork has started to spar with the elves. Because we all have our father’s bear strength, we’re more evenly matched in our fighting ability against the powerful elves. Orsa is enjoying learning to fight differently now too, but today, she surprised me by saying she wanted to join me on my visit with Tanya and Taranath. Now, I realize she has something on her mind. “What are you talking about?” I ask. “I’ve seen the way you look at our father, like you’re depressed that he found his mates, and you haven’t. Levi loves you. You’re a fool to have left him.”

"She always saw past the arrogant asshole, why can't you do same now that she needs it? I need to leave. I ought to be somewhere. Seb is in good hands. I had Tareem treat him, himself" "Who is Tareem? I have heard alot about him, your highness ", I bow curtly. "He is trouble. He is the son of Darc- the successor to the Darc empire and the best sorcerer ever had. He is my nephew. If you think Davil and Sasha is arrogant, wait till you meet Tareem Darc. If he comes close to Sasha, shield him from her. He is only around when he needs to rain havoc or has an agenda in mind "

But the young Targar raised his head proudly, cast his wild-cat glance on the assembly, and pulling open suddenly the clothes on his bosom, said, “Here are the eagles tattooed in blue. I am the son of Turhan Bey! I helped you defeat the Irtins, and this is how you repay me! I'm leaving!” he turned towards the door. Eva freed herself from the crowd, stopped near him. She was silent. “Ardun,” she said somehow. He turned and looked at her: “You will be mine, even if he likes it or not.” “I hope,” she whispered. He left the room.

But the Taryn they knew would be partying and tearing the roof down and not sulking in the corner with a barely touched drink. “Don't tell me, the bird you wanted to woo in Harklaw broke you?” Jorah says, and Tarrin's head had whipped so fast to the healer in surprise. “How did you?—” “I mean, no one is that enthusiastic to go on a mission. Especially you,” Jorah shrugs while Enzo lets out a subtle smirk, as pride shines from his mate's direct call-out. “Well, you’re wrong; it's not a volery.” It's the fucking queen, but he didn't dare say that out loud as he leaned over the couch and doused the rest of his drink that burned down his throat.