Targaryen Oc Novels & Stories

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

"There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think." "Yet how are men to see him, if he is at Storm's End?" Stannis drummed his fingers on the Painted Table. "It is a difficulty. One of many." He raised his eyes. "You have more to say about the letter. Well, get on with it. I did not make you a knight so you could learn to

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.

The marble beneath her bare feet was cold, but her voice, when she spoke, filled the cathedral with heat. “This house has been broken, rebuilt, and baptized in its own ashes. Yet here we stand unbroken.” Her eyes swept over the kneeling families Lucien Cade, Isla Voss, Caspian Hale, and the rest who had sworn blood-oaths days before. “You swore to the blood that binds kingdoms,” she continued. “Now you swear to the life that will inherit them.” Lucia stepped forward, lifting a chalice of gold filled with wine dark as blood. “Swear it,” Bianca said. “Not to me. To the future that watches us even now.”

It's taking me a lot of effort not to scream my lungs out. "Then how the fuck do you explain this?". He reaches into the depths of his pocket and retrieves an expensive, antique pendant with the careful inscription of Tyrion's name. My eyes widen in surprise. "I smell you all over this pendant, Valeria. You still don't know what I'm talking about?".

"What do you mean?" "Averi Mortala is the first born prince. He is male and that automatically grants him a birth right to rule this kingdom... he is acknowledge as the crown prince of Arryn until the King died when he is seven or eight? I am not sure but at the very same year. He adbdicate the throne to Orius, his younger brother though for me, he is the perfect cut for the title." Malik smiled at me. He rested his arm above my shoulder, "If he didn't abdicate the throne. It was him who is going to be your husband and not Orius."

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.”

Satisfied with the response, Harrison raised his voice again, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face. "Do you know what the name 'Targary' means within The Blue Blood Pack?"

“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.

, I said to myself, tapping my forehead in anger. Yes, it started with something like a Don, but the end of the name sounded like something I had heard on a TV show somewhere. I tried remembering the TV show, it was a very popular TV show, something about games and thrones - Game of Thrones, that was it. His name sounded like one of the characters, the queen with the blonde or rather white hair, Danearys. I tried to combine the two pieces of information in my head and then it struck - Donaerys. That was his name, Donaerys.