The Targaryen Dynasty Books Novels & Stories

It was made into a national holiday, however this died out only a hundred years ago when it suddenly became impossible to catch sight of them. Years of being hunted had lead to vampires developing stealth and thievery to survive. Rumours arose of their extinction, but were proven wrong when Shane Ainsley had decided to terrorise the Kaedmen Empire. He stole, killed and conquered. This went on until Darron managed to capture him because of his resistance to shadow magic as a user. And that was just recently, which meant Shane was at it for a hundred years at most. “This is insane” she muttered feeling as though she was reading the beginning of an epic novel and forcing herself to remember tha

“This woman beside me is one many of you are familiar with. To the rest of you, she’s a stranger, but to the ways of the vampire she’s well accustomed. She’s familiar because she lived amongst us for the majority of her life after arriving at the den when still a tender child. Even then, her beauty was beyond compare. Wadim’s most favored son and heir to part of his empire, Damitru, took one look at this young beauty and claimed her for his own. Because of this, she was left alone, untouched, and allowed to mix and mingle within the members of the den while she learned their ways; waiting for the day when she came of age. When he was killed by the slayers, his older brother, Fane, laid c

Not that he could see it on my face as I steeled my expression, but something told me he still knew I was on edge. "I need something from Caspian. From the Castle of the Ryuu family, to be more precise. It's in the Kings Library. Usually, you have to be invited there to see anything in the library, but unfortunately, that isn't possible because: One Garren would grow suspicious if I went to visit. Two, my family isn't welcome in the library after something my sister did a few years ago. Since dragons are such but babies and hold grudges for centuries, I won't be able to get it in time. But you can, and you will get what I'm looking for." I swallowed a sharp lump in my throat.

Then, plan from there everything else. My name is Sebastian Stormcloak, and I am the King of the Vampires. 8 years ago, we attacked Deadly Nightshade as one of the rogues that works for me and saw her running around the pack boarders. She probably thought she wouldn’t have been seen as it was near a more isolated part of their boarders.

It bowed. Outside, the sky blazed with banners of white and gold. Crowds filled the plaza, tossing petals into the air until the wind carried the scent of jasmine and salt. At the palace steps stood the Iron Throne ancient, cold, and blackened by centuries of rule. It had witnessed empires rise and rot, and had drunk the blood of kings and queens alike. Now it waited for its burial. Bianca approached it alone, her long coat trailing behind her like a shadow that refused to fade. She placed one hand on its armrest feeling the chill, the faint pulse of memory that lived in the steel.

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

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

and here she is again, trying to threaten me like she did years ago. “Tyrion, that Prince already showed up from nowhere and claimed her. Isn't it okay for you to let go of anything and act like you never knew her? If you do, you will get a free mind and will likely forget about her…..” my mother preached like she did years ago. “Whatever happened between the Alpha King, his son, and the royal family of the Snow Moon Pack will have nothing to do with you.” As selfish as she is, she isn't even talking about Eden. In all she's saying, she never mentioned her.

"The Pure-Blood line... it’s not a curse anymore. She’s not a weapon for the network. She’s a blessing for the dirt." Kaelor walked over, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He was a man again, mostly, but the sheer physical mass of the former Dreadfang King remained. He looked down at the title Aradaa had scrawled across the first page: The Book of the Two Kings. "Sounds a bit full of yourself, don't you think?" Kaelor’s thumb traced the edge of Aradaa’s jaw, a rough, calloused touch that sent a spark of heat through Aradaa’s chest.

he suggested, keeping his smile while presenting a new book to her. "What is that? What story does it have?" Ruby asked, finally looking at his direction instead of her window. "It's a compilation of dozens of stories about fantastic fighter women. Like Atalanta who never lost a race even to the fastest men and the first to land a hit on the monstrous boar, or Princess Merida the Brave who saved her own mother from a witch's curse. There's also about Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen who started as a woman sold by her own brother to a barbarian Horse Lord but when he died she picked herself up. She built an army of her own, conquered kingdoms, freed slaves, and repelled evil forces