The Targaryen Dynasty Books Novels & Stories

“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.

Five years after the children came home, Lyanna turned nine and Kael turned seven, and the palace had long since reorganized itself around the fact of them in the way that spaces reorganized around permanent inhabitants. The library had a section that was specifically Lyanna's, not formally designated but understood by everyone who used the space — three shelves at her eye level that migrated upward every year as she grew, currently containing astronomy, advanced magic theory, two volumes of demon history, and one novel that she had read six times and would not discuss the contents of with anyone, which Adrian respected and Cassian found mysterious and Kael had attempted to read the summary

He looked up when they came in and he had the expression she'd seen once before the one that arrived when he'd been holding information long enough that the holding had become its own kind of weight. "Tell me," she said. He looked at Caspian first. Then at her. "The Vael bloodline's restricted succession archive," he said. "The section I accessed yesterday." He held the page in front of him. "There's a document in there that predates the founding register." She held the table. "How much older," she said. "One hundred years," he said. "Which means it predates the original founding agreement with the settlement." He held her gaze. "Nora. There was an agreement before the one in the register."

We approached a big round table, and poof, ten books landed in front of us with a little burst of glowing dust. “OHMYGODS,” I squealed, snatching the top one. The God Killer Heir: Prophecy and Punishment “Dude,” Aster said, flipping through another. “This one’s got entire redacted pages.” Kyren found a map folded inside his. “This mentions a bloodline called Vaeleryn. Unknown origin. Said to carry every gift.” I froze. “That… sounds just like my last name.” Silence. Everyone stared at me.

Hans quickly walked up to Sebastian and, with great respect, whispered in his ear, "Mr. Ballard, Mr. Targery Senior is not just powerful, he's much more than that! The Targery family has been an established lineage in Steinberg for over 300 years!" He continued, "If Steinberg's mayor represents the visible authority, then Mr. Targery Senior is the ruler behind the scenes. In Steinberg, you can offend anyone, but you should never cross someone from the Targery family. Because the Targery family's status in Steinberg is like that of a royal."

“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

“Dracula learned of this and ran to hills of China near Tibetan border to hide. Transylvania was free from his terror. Tugurlan and his sons never used their power. “As Dracula grew stronger and more used to new self, he took daughters of Emperors and Kings for brides and peasant girls for lovers. Over time, stories of Tugurlan’s gift to kill Dracula became just stories. After several Tugurlan generations died and knowledge was lost, Dracula moved back to his beloved Transylvania. To be safe, he killed all Tugurlan blood he found. Some escaped and ran to other countries and only whisper of General Tugurlan to children in bedtime stories. This is why Wu and Wu ancestors fight and fight and ne

I had to stand to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it more beautiful letters appeared to be writing by themselves right before my eyes "The complete collection of all Pendragon lineage" My eyes went wide as I felt the pages were warm to my touch all of the words in this book were about dragons, Not just any dragons every single dragon the protectors of Magic essence. Each Dragon had their own page with specific information about them, Along with a family tree. There was a whole section explaining what Aurora Dragons were and another entire section on Stygian Dragons. Azar Pendragon was the first male dragon and he had a son named Devlin but what caught my attention the mos

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan

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.