Targaryens Watch Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My breath got stuck, but I forced bak the emotions that were threatening to spill, not wanting him to see how his words were starting to affect me. He soon continued to talk, his voice like a silk thread wrapped around my throat. “I should pity you. But I don’t.” He soon moves closer, his breath warm against my ear . “Tell me, Khaleesi, do you still dream of him? Of the mate who left you to rot?” My powers lurk beneath my skin, screaming to be let out and I could feel the shadows rearing their heads, to show their presence as my anger soared. “Careful, Alpha. I’ve lost too much to lose anything more.”

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

My sister was almost ready and her friends were waiting. The door flung open and the Alpha Prince walked in with Tyrion. Why was he here with the Prince? Was he his right-hand man? Our gaze met and I hissed. Despite my sister bullying me, my hatred for her isn't as deep as the one I had for Tyrion. He left a scar on my heart and I won't ever forgive him for that. As for the Alpha Prince, I will make sure he regrets ever rejecting me publicly that way. He would have done that secretly, but it wouldn't stop him from choosing his mate as well.

Charlotte’s pov Dad and I were heading to the Silver Heart pack for a surprise visit. Beta Tyrion couldn’t turn down an Alpha visit, not from an ally. It was bad form to come over announced, but we were family, so the circumstances were different. I was really anxious and Erica was helping me stay calm. I was doing this for my sister, but I knew it was dangerous and I had a family back home that I really wanted to go back too. But Angelina was family too and this was her best chance.

“When you wake up, we’ll talk about our wedding that is in two days from now.” Nyxoria didn’t answer, her breathing had already slowed, and she was fast asleep. With one last glance at her, Tharros let his shadows rise around him, wrapping him in darkness before he vanished from the room. ★★★ Elyria Kingdom: Vyr Palace: King Vyr had been watching his daughter closely ever since they left the arena. Something was off. She had barely said a word on the way home, and now that they were back in the palace, she still looked lost in her thoughts.

“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.

“But crowns forged in shadow break under light. And soon, yours will too.” Serenya’s hands trembled, though she hid them in her gown’s folds. Every word felt like a blade, every glance a test. Yet she lifted her chin once more, forcing her heart to still. The game of thrones had begun—and in shadows, the deadliest moves were made.

As if she already read her mind, the teacher once again spoke, "I won't be able to handle both the babysitting and all the Kingdom matters at the same time, surely. So, can I rely on you to assist me on this one?" Being given orders on a regular basis have been her way of living with the witch. However, this time feels different — or rather, nostalgic. Hearing those words that clearly shouts 'more work to come' made her blush, her pointed ears that signifies her elven genes turned shamefully red. It may seem very random but the girl has only a single reason to defend her actions; being acknowledged. *** Perceiving the sound of the horse's feet from outside the window as nothing but the arriv

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

She was no longer the proud Sera who wanted nothing more than to rule the south and be the alpha. "Mommy!" Sera gasped upon hearing that voice. Raenerys looked around until she found Nevil's eyes, who'd been looking at her for, she didn't know, how long already. Raenerys is aware of that, and she is also aware that Sera notices it; she just puts up with it and pretends she doesn't see anything. Raenerys was actually enjoying it while acting like she didn't know. She enjoyed teasing her sister, knowing that Sera was hurting.