King Jon Targaryen Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

Alpha Wayne’s pack was attacked by rogues and they killed him alongside his mate and three sons. “Alpha Wayne’s son?” Carter raised a suspicious brow. “Aren’t Alpha Wayne’s sons dead?” He glanced at me. “They are dead, right?” “Y-yeah.” I stuttered. “I escaped.” Mavros continued his lie. “I couldn’t have the rogues or anyone come after me, so I hid away for years. I changed my name from Ronan to Tyrion.” When he said the name I had given to him, his eyes found mine. “I couldn’t risk anyone finding out. I am only telling you people because I believe the royal family won’t let any harm come to me.”

Whoever had carried me to that hotel room could have been someone in Kael's circle. A cousin. A relative. A younger alpha. Someone whose blood would smell like family to the King. But I couldn't share that. Not before I had proof. "Who is the father?" he asked. "He lives far from here. A different pack." The words came smooth. Five years of practice. "You're raising a pup alone here. As a rogue." "Yes." He studied me for a long moment. Up close, his pine and cedar scent and something warmer underneath that made my blood hum.

"You didn't grow up as a warrior in The Blue Blood Pack, so you might not know. In the past, a Targary who failed a mission, the most severe punishment could even be beheading." Sebastian lifted his head, casting an expressionless glance at me. It seemed like he was confirming that my head was still intact on my neck. He then forced a light laugh and spoke again. "But it seems I worried for nothing. You're the Alpha's son, even if your mother isn't from The Blue Blood Pack. Still, with half our blood flowing in your veins, he won't do anything to you." "You didn't say that in the past, Sebastian." I raised my eyes, glancing at him indifferently. "Who said, 'Half-blood is no different from a

We didn’t have long before the meeting began. I turned around to find Andrew staring once again. “I’m afraid my being a hybrid is not the only news I have for you. I am also King Jorah’s daughter.” He staggered back. “What?” He put a hand to his head. “Yes, and I’m Queen.” I pointed to Sebastian. “Duke Valmont is my husband; we are blood-bonded.” Sebastian smirked at me. He liked it when I said that to people just as much as I liked to say it.

Swallowing hard I felt my throat become incredibly dry and had to quickly take a sip of my water before continuing, I felt shaky inside and I didn’t know why, “He said that he was going to mark me and make me his luna, he said he would rather have me die than allow me to be with Adonis… and then he said something that confused me the most,” everyone’s eyes were on me and I noticed that Alpha Blake, Aaron, and Axel immediately had expressions of rage and fury in their eyes as the brown instantly turned black, “What did he say, Arya?” Aster asked deeply concerned, and I took a deep breath before looking up at her before continuing,

“Erevan—please—stop—” He ignored the pain in her voice. He ignored the terror tearing her apart. He ignored everything but the truth in his bones. “Take me,” he roared. “Use me. Break me. Kill me. But let her go.” You cannot withstand the Convergence, the throne whispered. “I don’t care,” he snarled. “I will take it anyway.” Aria’s fingers curled into his shirt with the last strength she had. “Erevan, no—you’ll die—you’ll die—”

A chuckle broke from him and his hand wrapped around my waist. "No," dread crept up my body, "I'm sorry." I bemoaned and tried to pull away. Tyrion, one of the elders I came to know by name, glanced at us. He heard me. I offered him a smile that wasn't showing anything and I leaned into Enid smiling up at him. "I'm not going to punish you for desiring in the presence of your husband!" "I do not desire Chase!" I said in my defense and I hoped the truth would save me.

So, he braced himself to say, "Calm down, Kael. There might be a misunderstanding. Arya adores you, so why would she ever cheat on you?" With Father speaking up on her behalf, Arya steadied her trembling breath and mustered the courage to say, "He is your son. Half-beasts with fox tails aren't unheard of, and look at his eyes; they're just like yours!" She pointed at the cub's tightly shut eyelids and desperately tried convincing Kael to accept it. Kael's eyes burned red with fury, and he was trembling all over as he fought to hold himself back. "You think I'm a fool?" he snarled.

“Murdered by that beast Arden. My perfect daughter” Jonathan barely suppressed an eye roll because they’d had this conversation approximately five thousand times over the last three centuries and he was so tired of it. Yes, Jonathina had died, yes it had been tragic, yes Arden had killed her, but she’d also deliberately provoked him into it because she’d been just as obsessed and unstable as their father. “The hybrid’s blood will make you stronger,” Jonathan said, redirecting the conversation before his father could really get going. “Strong enough to rule for another few centuries at least.”