Targaryen Novels & Stories

Ty I was training with my brother and Tommen in the gym, it was just three of us who were sharing jokes. Tommen was about sixteen when we died and his father was killed along with us because he refused to bend a knee to Roman. His father Kenrig was loyal to Aidan's throne but he told his family to survive and avenge him when it was right before being killed by Roman. His brothers bent a knee along with his mother and two sisters to survive, he always knew we would be back somehow and he trained hard for years unknown to Roman as his family was made omegas because of their father. Addison had recruited him in the early years and his family joined the rebellion to avenge their father. His moth

, all eyes, nose and ears were on her while she spoke, " but if you can be witty enough to cut off at least one of its legs, you will make killing it much easier for yourself " She was speaking English, but that definitely sounded like Greek, and I was sure that no other person in the room understood what she was saying. Nevertheless, she went on without interruption, " their Maester has a council, and in that council he has a hand by name Donaerys, a true born vampire sharing the same ancestors with him and the mastermind behind every successful operation he carries out, through him their pride has gained connections with the humans and their modern technologies, always making them one step

- I'm Angel Carson Brown, son of Beta Brady Brown and Mary Carson. The man tilts his head and laughs. - Are you Mary's son? You know, I knew your mother. My name is Jackson Young, and I'm your Alpha's Uncle. His father was my brother. By the way, I'm Jack Young's older brother, and by law, I should have been the Alpha. My father decided to pass the title to my little brother. Like you, I was also hated by everyone. I got angry. - Why did the Alpha decide to deny you your birthright?

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

At the far end of the courtyard stood an older man with a scarred face and sharp eyes, Lord Dain. He stepped forward. “You claim to be the heir?” Rael stood tall. “I am.” Dain studied him, then scoffed. “We heard rumors of a lost prince. But rumors mean nothing in war.” Rael’s gaze remained steady. “Then let me prove it.” He reached into his cloak and pulled out a pendant, the sigil of the Cavareth line, an artifact only the royal bloodline could possess. Dain’s expression shifted. He reached for the pendant, fingers brushing its surface. Then, slowly, he nodded.

“Ledgers, names, symbols. All the noble bloodlines that tie back to the Old Order. And look—every one of them crossed out. Dead. Missing. Silenced.” I leaned in. It wasn’t just old names. It was a list of families with ancient magic in their veins. The Songcasters. The Ironborn. The ones who could challenge Magnus if they had united. “They’re all gone,” Cato said. “Wiped out quietly. And the ones left?” I turned the page, only three names weren’t crossed out. Mine, my daughter and Kael. My stomach dropped. “This is a war against blood,” I whispered. “He’s not just taking the throne. He’s erasing the truth of who should hold it.”

Her wedding gown was already torn at the hem where she'd kicked, the lace catching on my cufflinks. Robert stormed forward, blocking my path. “I said let her go!” "She was never yours to give," I seethed, my voice cold and lacking emotion. His jaw clenched. He knew exactly what I meant. This wasn't about love or marriage anymore this was about the decades old bad blood between families.The Vitales had taken everything from my family once. Now I was taking something from them. It just happened to be the fiery-headed girl in my arms. Behind him, Alessio De Luca stumbled forward,the pathetic little puppet vitale has promised Arya to.

“Or perhaps… a warden, and afterwards she refined them.” A chill moved down my spine. “Refined from what?” I asked quietly. Cian’s gaze flicked to the window, where pale daylight filtered through. “Something older. Wilder. Unstructured.” My heart beat harder, “The Lost Bloodline.” His silence was enough confirmation. “In the fragments that survived,” he continued carefully, “there are references to cycles, to an age before the Moon’s dominion, when power was not centralized.” “Centralized?” I echoed.