Targaryens Watch Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Watching movies together could alleviate our chemistry. His eyes studied me for a moment before he leaned back. Dropped his phone on the table and crossed his arms. "What’s your favorite movie?" He asked. I didn't expect that, and I smiled as I responded. "Game of Thrones." "What's it about?" His brow lifted slightly. I grinned. "Noble families fighting for control of the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms. It’s full of battles, betrayals, and political struggles—" "Valar Morghulis," he interrupted smoothly.

In my past life, Draken Vorgath—clan leader of the dragons—had been cold and aloof, and he'd never laid a hand on Arya. Still, I would try talking to him and asking for an heir. As long as I conceived, it wouldn't matter if he loathed sharing my bed again. If he refused… I bit my lips as my fingers brushed the pills I'd readied, hidden in my sleeves. One way or another, I would carry his heir, even if I had to drug him. As the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and Draken walked in. My breath caught. No one had warned me how striking he was!

She drank de Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron

The fact was that I knew nothing about his father's identity, and neither did Felix, but his wolf's eyes had always been gold, Beta-gold. I couldn't sleep, hoping that the change in his eyes was merely my ecstasy-painted hallucination, but the more paranoid side of me raised a red flag. What if it was one of the side effects of consuming dark magic? What if it was just the beginning of those side effects manifesting? As soon as we woke up the next morning, Felix changed his mind about taking another day off. "I'm sorry, love," he said, kissing my forehead. "Tyrion needs my help. The annual meeting is coming, and there's tons of work to do."

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

I queried. “So! Take Lisa and Jayden and the price would be Lyra! Checkmate! Grab him by the balls!” Tyrion chuckled in a sinister manner. “You'd be surprised what a man can give for the life of his family. Think about that,” he said, raising his glass at me, with a wink.

The certainty in his father’s voice was darker than any doubt. Below them, the first bells of ritual sleep began to toll—deep, resonant chimes that rolled through the mountains like a funeral dirge. Vaelrion watched the kingdom he loved fall silent for centuries. Somewhere in a future beyond his imagining, a female not yet born would breathe life back into a dying race. Somewhere beyond time, she already waited. And when she came— He would awaken.

He dressed swiftly, in plain, dark clothes, and descended into the waking castle. Leigh felt the prince's presence before she saw him. It was a change in the air pressure, a shift in the morning's soundtrack—the distant clang of the forge pausing, a maid's chatter cutting off. She finished a disarming maneuver that sent Petyr's sword spinning once more, then turned, wiping sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist.

The thornbush had wrapped its vines around the trunk, but they were now curling away, shrivelling. The Draekon beat his wings hard and launched up and out of the dome again soaring around the castle. The Draekon flew slower than before, careful not to tear the leaves or damage them in the wind. So the Draekon soared low to the ground, hugging the edge of the castle walls. From this point, Aerys couldn't see the battle between Valor and Rhaenyx, but he could hear and feel the heat from the fire that crackled through the air.