Jon X Daenerys Novels & Stories

She peered at Luna, then Elias, with her huge eyes. “They’re so tiny,” she whispered. Daemon crawled up beside her, staring. “They’re red.” “They’re newborns,” Morris explained, voice low. “They’ll turn pinker soon.” Daenerys reached out one finger, hesitated, then touched Luna’s cheek. “Hi, baby sister. I’m Daenerys. I’m gonna teach you how to draw dragons.” Luna stirred, blinked sleepily. Daemon leaned closer to Elias. “Hi, baby brother. I’m Daemon. I’ve got dinosaurs. You can play with them when you’re bigger.”

"I know." "He's the crown prince of the oldest vampire bloodline on the planet." "I know." "He looked first." like, nora picked up her bag and started walking toward the vehicles. "I know. " she said She tucked it away with everything else. She would need better information before she knew what to do with it. What she did not know couldn't know, standing in that courtyard on her first day on an island she hadn't been able to find on any map was that Caspian Vael had looked at her the same way.

“Hasn’t he tried to scare you with his mind games already?” “Scare me?” “Yes of course,” Jon sighed. “Draymond’s the spooky one. The lover of everything dark and evil. Unlike me. I’m love and light and everything bright.” Xavier nodded. “I see.” “Yes,” Jon smiled. “So which side do you choose to be on? Love and light or hatred and darkness?” “I’m not sure which yet,” Xavier said. “But I need to see the option C first.” “The option C?” Jon stared at him. “What’s the option C?”

Jensen’s POV The cold water splashed against my face as I heard a voice I knew all too well. “Wake up Mr. Daniels. It’s time for your close-up.” I could barely open my eyes because they were swollen shut. I forced one open a little as I saw a flash from a few feet in front of me. “Perfect, let’s see if that little whore will come to save you.” Joseph’s voice rang in my ear and I tried to get to him, but I was tied down to a chair.

Why is everyone asking me about my hair? "Yes it is.. cool color huh?" Lexi answers in my place. "I wasn't asking you, idiot." The boy says and Lexi gives him a light punch on his shoulder. "Hi, I'm Antonio. But all my friends call me Tony so please call me Tony." I grab his hand and offer him a handshake. "I'm Morgana."

I can't even even see one character of this show without thinking about Eren. Sighing, I gaze at Erden. He is standing on a stool, his head raised up to focus on the curtains rail for changing them. "You're a fan of the Vampire Diaries?" I ask, which makes his head drops down to look at me. "Oh, yeah." He scratches the back of his neck, giving me a light smile. "It has been long since I didn't watch it." "Same." I say, placing the Vampire Diaries dvd in the drawer.

And on it, seated on a throne made of black steel and dark leather, was he. Alpha King Darius. I had never even seen him in real life, only on TV or on the news cycle. He looked younger than I expected; the news loved to toss around his age, claiming he was in his mid-thirties and still without a Luna. His features were a chiseled cold jaw, storm colored eyes, a mouth that hadn’t smiled in a decade. He radiated power. Cruel, and dangerous power. They pushed me to my knees in front of him and I stumbled, falling on my knees. I glanced up and we locked eyes, for one awful moment.

Are you sure you still want your fists to be crunchy? Jonas says and If there is something about Dane, he will be not them back because of how he doesn't listen to simple instructions and how he believes he can cross over everything and do almost anything that he thinks he can do. “The look in Joans is eyes is one that is very serious.” It shows that he's not kidding. And he's not playing with this threat but Dane doesn't back out of it. Jonas continues to smile and pretend like all of this is nothing short of a joke to him. This is not a joke.

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

Dillon said. Drake smirked and put his hands in his pocket. “The kingdom is big enough to welcome the enemy,” he said hesitantly. “No sweats, no preparation at all,” he confidently mumbled. Beta Dillon shrugged his shoulders. ‘Well, the alpha’s tactics were one hundred steps away.’ Dillon thought. “—how about your heir? Your stray?” Then, Dillon asked out of the blue. Drake glance at him. “Eyes up on her; she’s suffering,” he answered and looked away. “I’d like to punish her until she collapsed.” He smiled mischievously.