Targaryen Fire And Blood Novels & Stories

My breath got stuck, but I forced bak the emotions that were threatening to spill, not wanting him to see how his words were starting to affect me. He soon continued to talk, his voice like a silk thread wrapped around my throat. “I should pity you. But I don’t.” He soon moves closer, his breath warm against my ear . “Tell me, Khaleesi, do you still dream of him? Of the mate who left you to rot?” My powers lurk beneath my skin, screaming to be let out and I could feel the shadows rearing their heads, to show their presence as my anger soared. “Careful, Alpha. I’ve lost too much to lose anything more.”

The boy I had once loved was gone; the man before me was colder, sharper, his ambition draped like a cloak over his shoulders. His hand was raised over the flame, his lips poised to swear the oath that would bind him to power. The Blood Oath. My stomach lurched. He was claiming what did not belong to him. My return was too late— Then the fire saw me. The moment my foot touched the stone floor, the flames leapt like a predator unchained. A violent roar split the chamber. Heat slammed into me, forcing gasps from the council members encircling the altar. The blood fire snapped toward Damien, not in acceptance, but in rejection. It struck his hand, scorching the skin before he could yank it back

Our family. Caden lights the boat. A moment of peace. Then— Explosions. Fireballs erupt from the trees, from the ground, from the sky. Screams erupt again. Humans flood our land with machine guns and war cries, turning sacred ground into a battlefield. Blood spills into the lake as I drag Caden behind cover, the scent of betrayal coating the air. ——— The city burns red with war. I stand soaked in blood, Caden at my side, unshakable. His fire dances across his skin like a crown of vengeance. Behind us, wolves from every pack rise—Alphas, Betas, Warriors. United. Deadly.

“Which means me.” Before he could move, I lunged. We collided hard, claws raking, teeth snapping. The fight was brutal and fast. Every strike echoed through my bones. Cara shouted my name once, but I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t afford a distraction. Varek’s strength was unnatural, fueled by something dark. But I had something he didn’t—rage born from love. When I finally pinned him to the ground, his laughter chilled me. “You can’t protect her from destiny.”

His expression sharpened, not offended, but impressed. I crossed my arms. “Then start explaining why I shouldn’t incinerate you where you stand.” He glanced at the black flame flickering along my fingers. “Because you can’t afford to waste power on allies.” “Allies?” I scoffed. “You’re Sariyah’s brother.” “And her opposite,” he corrected. “She ruled through shadow. I was meant to rule through fire.” I stilled. “She stole what was never hers,” he continued. “The throne. The war. And you, unintentionally, you became the convergence she was never able to achieve.”

I said, feeling the exhaustion of the Roar pulling at my marrow. "Then we do it together," Eryx said, standing up and reaching for his broadsword. The crimson fire erupted from the steel once more, fueled by the child’s proximity. "The Blood of the North and the Fire of the South. We are the forge, Darlene." We stood at the center of the lake bed—the mother, the father, and the King-Born child. We formed a circle of light as Jackson’s shadow-hand descended toward us, a mountain of obsidian death.

Two tides of dark blood collided detonating in a blinding crimson explosion that split Valenfort’s sky apart. The ground quaked. Buildings fell. From afar, Alaric watched through his scope. “If she wins,” he murmured, “Evelyn Cross will die. What remains… won’t be her.” Kael clenched his fists. “Then let her become the Blood Lord, better her than Genesis.” --- Amid the smoke and fire, Evelyn stood among the ashes. Genesis lay broken, half its body melting away. “You… will destroy… everything…” it rasped. Evelyn looked down, no hatred left, only sorrow.

Half an hour? By now, the fire was raging hotter than ever, and from under the hood came a second muffled explosion. I knew perfectly well this car wouldn’t last ten more minutes. Inside the smoke-filled car, I heard my own hoarse voice saying, “Thomas… you really want me dead?” A light, mocking laugh came through the comms. “One life to secure Mandy’s future. Doesn’t sound like a bad trade, does it? “Come on, pretty racer, the cameras are all on you.”

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

The Cardinal walked over and slapped Asger in the face, “This is a world where the law of the jungle rules. Is it necessary for you to chastise me here? According to legend, Iron’s direct lineage bloodline is mixed with the bloodline of the Black Cooter. Today, I shall witness for myself if the legend rings true. Do it!” A direct descendant of the Irons was forcibly grabbed and pushed to the other side of the smelting furnace as soon as the voice fell. All his efforts were unfortunately in vain. That man was thrown into the furnace not long after. Fye fire swallowed him in the blink of an eye as soon as he fell into it. He was completely consumed by fire, leaving no trace of himself behind.