Targaryen Bloodline Novels & Stories

I queried. “So! Take Lisa and Jayden and the price would be Lyra! Checkmate! Grab him by the balls!” Tyrion chuckled in a sinister manner. “You'd be surprised what a man can give for the life of his family. Think about that,” he said, raising his glass at me, with a wink.

His tone was naive, a desperate attempt at reassessment. Tina shook her head, her hair cascading like dark waves around her. “No,” she insisted. “The curse was specific. A life for a life. Only a soul bound to his could break the chains we forged. It was a poetic encapsulation of sacrifice. One heart to save another, one bond to shatter the darkness.” Bran snarled, his fangs peeking out slightly as his frustration mounted. “A soul bound to his? You mean someone who willingly… or unwillingly… became his thrall? How… unfortunate.” His voice dripped with disbelief, the thought gnawing at his instincts.

The witches were separated into categories of smaller covens, battle mages who were practically warriors and way more powerful than ordinary witches, and the thirteen chosens who would sooner or later seat on the council of thirteen. Nine of the chosens usually came from the nine long-standing houses with pure blood, while the other four were picked from amongst the battle mages through a rigorous testing and competition process and final blessing of the pool of rebirth. Last were the guardian families tasked with protecting the lineage of Tara’s family as they were believed to be the bloodline of the great goddess Osoro--a job they had failed terribly over the one thousand plus years their

She drank de Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron

We not only invite our friends here, but also our rivals. Heaven and hell. Angels and demons. River Amber, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that my father was lyrical in that sense given his upbringing. His ancestry dates back to the beginning, commencing at the end of World War II with my grandparents; he was not just the ruler of one of the most prosperous kings in London and Russia. I am part of that bloodline. In fact, I’m the only one who can protect it anymore.

“He wants power. Legacy. Control.” “And vengeance,” I add. “He’s been testing, tracking, and hunting descendants of royal bloodlines to find out which ones are strong enough to stand in his way. That’s why he kept Korra alive. That’s why he hunted me.” “Because of your lineage,” Miyuki says. “The Darvosi family.” Korra nods. “The Darvosi bloodline is one of the few that can challenge the Vilamir legacy. That’s why we’re threats. And that’s why he’s been so desperate to destroy us.”

He said coldly, "Mr. Turner, I respect you as the head of the Turner family, but don't forget, I'm not just some nobody. I have backing too from Steinberg's 300-year-old Targery family, Mr. Targery Senior!" Upon hearing that, the expressions on Hans and James's faces changed. Mr. Targery Senior? That was the one backing Zachary? Suddenly, both men looked tense and serious. Sebastian sensed the shift and slightly furrowed his brow. "Is this Mr. Targery Senior from the Targery family a big deal?" Hans quickly walked up to Sebastian and, with great respect, whispered in his ear, "Mr. Ballard, Mr. Targery Senior is not just powerful, he's much more than that! The Targery family has been an estab

Leonardo murmured, his voice lower now, edged in something more than certainty—something deeper. I smirked, exhaling softly. “He already has.” Leonardo reached forward, brushing his fingers lightly over Orion’s hand, watching as our child curled his fist around the offered touch. Power wasn’t just ruled. It was inherited. And Orion had just claimed his place. Elena was gone, but the world didn’t remain silent. A new name surfaced—Dominic Renaud, a strategist from Geneva, a man whose influence stretched across European financial circles, but whose interests now centered on testing the strength of our reign.

Who is descended from which lineage and who is not a sister are readily apparent. There are six noble bloodlines in Raelia. The Houses of Agnarys, Water, and Steel; Cliffgard, Earth, and Moon; Ounsli, Earth, and Moon; and Fragor, Storm, are the Houses of Agnarys, Water, and Moon, respectively. And there's the line of Gahndor. Everything has been improved by them.

Kael was about to strike the kid, but then the king stopped him with a warning glance. “I see you’re as cold as most members in our family, all except for your father …” “Our family? My father? Are you messing with me?” Arth clenched his fist. He tapped his left waist but he seemed to realize his sword hadn’t been with him. “The color of your eyes confirms it all,” the king replied. “You are indeed a direct descendant of my brother, Letholdus Aragon.” “What are all these nonsense things you are saying?” “You have the royal blood of House Aragon, the Chosen Family, Descendants of Glaceus, and Protectors of the North.”