Targaryen Novels & Stories

“But you’ve got this. You do. You remember the choreography, right?” I nodded. My throat was too tight for words. Professor Marwood didn’t wait. “Amara Dorne of House Viremont, third-blood to Councilor Elaine Dorne, and Caelin Harren of House Myrren, first-son to the Delta Wardens of southern Lirath. Step forward.” Another pair.

"Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war." George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (A Song of Ice and Fire, #3) • • • INTRODUCING THE MAIN TWO CHARACTERS:- • Neffie Hale Granddaughter of the highest ruler-the royal luna herself. She's a silent but attentive girl with a high intelligence, and an I-don't-care-like and a stubborn personality. She loves her family and will do anything to protect them. She values love the most and believes it is a sacred thing. She has long and wavy sunset red hair, a beautiful pair of fiery red (golden orange) eyes. Her smooth and fair skin is ivory in complexion and her height is 5'5". Also she has a thin ballerina shaped figure.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

“God, Thorne…” He cupped the back of my neck, pulling me closer, his lips brushing my hair. “I couldn’t stop him back then. I was just a stupid kid with too much anger and not enough power. But I swore I’d never let him control me again. So I left. Built something of my own. An empire that doesn’t need his blood money. And Jon wouldn't be able to cross me now he's seen how powerful I am. I finally tore you away from their venom.” Thorne had just finished promising me that nothing would ever touch me again when we heard a sound downstairs

“Your years prevent another. The time has come to discuss succession.” “And who would you see wear my mantle?” my father asked. His voice was still firm, though his knuckles whitened against the chair arm. Elder Jorah leaned in, thin lips curling. “There are Alphas ready to claim the chance. Young. Strong. Ambitious. Darius Blackthorn of Silverfang—his lineage is unbroken, his victories already spoken of. He would be a fitting heir.” The name burned in my ears. “Darius Blackthorn?” I burst out before I could stop myself. My voice rang louder than intended, slicing into the silence.

He had the most captivating eyes. I knew that face. Everyone in the Northern territories knew that face. Kael Draven. Heir to the Draven bloodline. Son of the Alpha king himself. And apparently, my mate. “No,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “This can’t be possible.” His words demoralized me. He was going to reject me. And I knew the excruciating pain that a rejection brought. Of course, it was not possible. I was a nobody. Less than a nobody. A condemned witch who would be dead by sunrise, while he was….

Nobody knew anything and they did not argue. -That's not what I was going to say ... -And what were you going to say? -Well ... that Kya is ... -Stop doing fucking drama and let it go, Scott. -I say seriously starting to piss me off again. Scott lifts his head and looks me straight in the eye with some fear. Sighs. -Kya is the daughter of Harrison Tucson. -a momentary silence appears before us which I take the opportunity to process everything.- Which means that ... -Kya is Lailah's sister- I murmur for him.

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.”

"Since when did you start lying? I mean, people want to have kids with the people they love. It's the symbol of their love, Sen." "But I don't love her, okay? The elders want an heir, and if I don't find one by the end of this month, they'll let the military take over the pack. You know how much this kingdom means to me, Sony. I am the one who brought it to this level, and I can't let anyone take over it."