Novelas y relatos de Targaryen

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

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

They haven’t been used yet. Toni was my bodyguard after Eren dumped me and moving closer to his place was favourable for him. He was able to have Tamara by his side. Later Tamara gave birth to a boy, Troy. Within a few days I gave birth to Eren. It was an amazing idea to move here. Eren is surrounded by wonderful people as well as I’m. He got his uncle, his aunt and even a little cousin to play with. If I didn’t have them around me, I would have definitely turned mad. They are more than family now.

Bradley said thoughtfully. "Because he's the future Alpha who has, not only the blood of two Alphas, but also the blood of the Royals. He's going to be strong and he knows it," I replied proudly. "He's an Alpha who will kick the ass of anyone who dares mess with those he loves," Blake added with a faint smile as his eyes moved down to our still screaming daughter and I could see the pain that she didn't know who either of us were because of something that sick bastard had done to her.

Our initials, R on one side and M on the other. It's beautiful. "Happy birthday.." He says again with a grin. "Thank you.." I tell him staring at him intensely. He's close to me again and I can feel the sparks. "Reece.." I start saying before he cuts me off. "Don't say anything. I know the situation between you and Charles, but Morgana you're mine, not his. I don't know how you're going to do it or when, but I think it's clear to you now, that you have to get rid of him.." He says.

Then I swung the sharp blades across his throat, deep enough to kill him in seconds. As the ground beneath him changed into dark-red, sticky mud, the crowd turned silent. With the last beat of his heart, Dante Greco turned into his lifeless human form. I raised my head and looked at the members of the royal council. Their mouths were open, and they all stared at me in disbelief. I brushed Greco's blood off my claws and hid them. Tyrion smirked, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the council. Tyrion briefly looked each member in the eyes before saying, "Let me state that again, Aria Seymour is my mate. She is the only woman I wish to claim, and I will. Now bow down because the one before you

Taryn “Do you know the story of how I took my father’s place when I was only five?” Taryn shook her head. “Your uncle, the usurper, had surrounded our castle and taken one of my older sisters. He had given terms to my father, Lord of Sneaf, before me. Kneel down and proclaim me the only king of Elder and I will spare your daughter’s life, he had told him.” Taront shook his head and turned to look toward the open window. “My father was forced to obey him, my older sister was Sneaf’s heir. In our family, there has always been the custom that the firstborn, man or woman, would take command of our house. My sister, Tamara, was my father’s heir, and he wanted to save her at all costs.”

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

It means you are becoming what you were always meant to be. I turn to the next page, and find an entry I hadn't read before: June 1, 2214 Your father is not just any Pure, my darling Lena. He is Jorah of the House of Silvercrest, direct descendant of the First Pack. The voice of command runs strong in his bloodline—the ability to compel obedience with mere words, to bend wills with a thought. It is a power meant for leaders, for those born to rule. In the old days, before the Great Divide, his ancestors were kings among our kind.