Targaryen Novels & Stories

The unnatural spiral is visible for all to see. Gasps echoed even louder than the laughter before. Most didn’t know what it meant, but for those that knew. It carried greater importance. “The Royal Pelasgus Bloodline of Pure Lycans,” someone whispered. “The birthright of rulers before your name ever tainted this land. I was an orphan so I never got to know my heritage. But the great old wolf, Tyrion, helped me realize this fact.” Aurelius’ expression hardened. “That mark proves nothing.”

“Then what?” She looked at him, pale and calm in the flickering light. “They’re not just targeting heirs. They’re coming for the serpent itself.” He frowned. “The crest?” “No,” she said softly. “The thing beneath it.” Before he could reply, the monitors went black every single feed across the empire cut to static. Then one screen flickered back to life. A single figure appeared, shrouded in shadow. The voice was distorted, inhuman. “You swore blood to protect the future.

“Blood? You want to talk about blood? My blood runs in the child Sharon carries, yes. But the blood in Daenerys and Daemon is the blood I chose. I chose them the day I married their mother. I have chosen them every day since. If I die tomorrow, they will inherit what I built, my territory, my alliances and my name. Not because of some old bloodline you cling to like a drowning man, but because I say so. Because I raised them. Because they are mine.” Silence crashed down. Harlan stared at Morris like he had never seen him before. Tomas looked at the porch boards. The scarred elder’s mouth opened, closed again. I stepped up beside my husband, slipped my hand into his. His fingers closed around

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

“Value and skill means nothing if she can’t get over the line..” Varok’s eyes remained forward. “She can be corrected.” Selkar laughed softly, the tone dry. “No,” the elder murmured. “She cannot be corrected forever.” The room turned toward him. Selkar slowly raised his gaze. “You all continue speaking of her as if she is merely damaged stock.” “She is not.” Thorne folded his arms. “Then speak plainly. What is she?” Selkar’s voice lowered. “The girl carries the blood of House Vaelaris.” Everyone in the room stilled…

He stood frozen, watching his mother approach him. "My son," brushing her hand over his cheeks. "What has gotten into you?" "I'm tired, mother. All my efforts feel futile. Everything keeps rejecting me. I worked so hard…" Finally breaking down, "I'm sorry if you feel I let you down. Maybe the crown… doesn't want me," he said soberly. "Nonsense!" Cersei burst out with anger. "You are the son of King Regor of the House of Mondriach! The ruling and largest dynasty of vampires. “So the crown doesn't want you? Then it needs to learn that it has no choice!”

“The threat is gone?” “The main force is entombed,” Valerius confirmed, his gaze on the still-smoking scar on the mountain. “But the Wheel is a hydra. Cut off one head, others will be stirring in the shadows. And we have made a powerful enemy today beyond the fanatics.” He nodded toward the east, where Gryffen’s lands lay. “He will hear of this. He will call it an atrocity, a reckless endangerment of the kingdom by barbaric methods. He will use it to turn the other eastern lords against us, and against the crown for siding with us.”

An inner voice mocked her, who was she to ask for what everyone else had and took for granted? She was but the king's illegitimate daughter, that was the bitter answer she knew. History books rarely mentioned any royal bastards, and when they did it was never in kind words, the Yoren dynasty have always been glorious and sanctified as they were the Gods' blessed soldiers. however, such loftiness came in a single pack with the unspoken moral constraint of virtue and chastity, and a child born outside the wedlock -like herself- was never accepted as it was the lewd infringement to that sanctification. These children were a living disgrace to the parent, and in her case, that parent was her fat

Freddy walks over to me once everyone leaves the room. "I have a friend that's apart of one of the main packs. He called me last night going on about how the Lycan King and two other males came in the middle of a war and took his alpha and the alpha whole family. Uncle Blake is tracking down all of the firstborn alphas. Aren't Alia's father a firstborn, which alpha is he?" He asks. "Alpha James," I tell him.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.