Targaryen Oc の小説・ストーリー

“Don't worry, as I have said, they will be very happy to meet you." And he took me to the packhouse where a large almost stadium was. It looks like this is the place where they held their gatherings. And everyone is dressed up. “Everyone, I would like you to meet my long-lost daughter. The next heir ot my throne, Arya.” Alpha Leomourd greeted and everyone turned their head to me.

she replied and pointed her finger straight at Draco… It would be a white lie if I say I was shocked, neither was Albert but Tara…she…she looked little shaken with this new piece of information that was thrown in her face by her mother, Tara kept her eyes at Draco and then budge it on me…it looked as if she was waiting for me to deny her mother accusation but honestly I wasn’t willing to lie…. because there was no way one can lie in front of soothsayer… they predict future…. thing that they see can and cannot happen…it is part of destiny but everything that they see is true….it is like their third omen eye which allow them to see real form of any human…and here it was Draco….she saw his real

Samson Wood said, “Boss, I will arrange someone now to find the woman named Vany. Once we locate Vany, Ryan will stop helping Conley. You can even recruit Ryan and kill two birds with one stone.” Thomas pondered for a moment. “It’s okay to arrange someone to find Vany, but don’t use her as leverage. If you do that, what is the difference between me and Conley?” Samson asked, “So boss, you plan to…” Thomas pursed his lips slightly and said, “Do you know of the fictional character, Daenerys Targaryen in her quest to recruit Tyrion Lannister in ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’?” Samson blushed awkwardly.

I snarled. "Very good, Alpha King!" He clapped his hands, walking around me like a predator. "I am Gadreel, a Lycan Demon. Do you like my vessel? I enjoy it quite a bit. I have all of his memories too, and thanks to them, I know who you are... Tyrion. It looks like you are my great-great-great-great-nephew or something like that." His grin merely stretched his mouth while his eyes remained cold. "You're my ancestor," I said, locking my eyes on him.

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.”

Being a true blood meant the young alpha was not only stronger, he was faster more articulate with heightened sense, and healed faster than anyone else and by the age of 20, the young true blood excelled and was granted the title General. Currently, Daniel was in his room shrouded in an eerie silence, only the soft sound of chirping crickets could be heard. Daniel had his eyes fixed on a distant point as he let out a deep sigh. His chest rose and fell with the slow, frustrated breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his own annoyance. He rubbed his temples, as he felt the tension build up in his head. Who was that lady? Why did she have such a powerful effect on him? He co

I wondered who it was this time, walking towards the door and pulling it open. It was a girl I’d never met before. She stood with a look of annoyance on her face like she didn’t want to be here. She was a head taller than me with long black hair, really beautiful. "So, you’re the one taking up Tyrell’s time these days," she said, not particularly happy about it. "You’d think it was someone even worth bothering about," she muttered to herself. "My name is Arya, and Tyrell is my mate," she declared, exerting her dominance as well as marking her territory.

People in the north barely talk about him too, but they are aware of him. "I was fascinated to hear about you and was more grateful that the north has you now that we are facing a crisis over the increasing number of insurgents. I was really anticipating having a conversation with you, Raenerys the Conqueror." The voice he has is a mixture of Nevil and Acheron. Even his face resembles the faces of the Lancaster siblings. No wonder; it runs in the blood.

" I slammed my palms on the table, then proceeded to knock on it when he still ignored my presence. He looked up at me, irritation on his face. “What?“ He asked, no longer hiding his iritation and frustration. “Can I have the keys to the dungeon, please?“ I responded, stressing out the word please in a sarcastic way. “I really don't understand why Alpha is giving you guys this much respect. I wish he could know that too much respect makes people stop disrespecting you.“ "Pardon, doctor Kedeva.“ He whacked the file on the other side of the table and focused his gaze on me. “What's that supposed to mean, huh?“

Who was this? “My name is Alaris De Vontia! Son of the Past King and Queen of House Zoter, Bearer of the Death Gem and the Heir of the Lost Throne. I am the Saviour that was promised. I have come to bring you freedom, and rain fire on the armies of the White King! Vengeance will be ours! We will take our rightful place in Vestros and all our enemies shall bow at our feet! I am your Prophecy!” He paused, looking around, his eyes zeroing on Nyka. “If any of you wish to challenge me, then declare it now. I just might be merciful while granting you death.”