Why Did Aemond Burn Aegon Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. You have to ask Amino.” Edmund drew a small sigh, the pain resided on his face. “Why me?” “Why not you?” Shadow asked. Edmund then remembered that he was the son of the fire user, Lord Abraham, the previous lord of the Burning Town. “He took me away knowing damn well that my father can’t abandon the town.” He muttered his breath. “His people… what happened to my father’s people?” Shadow looked at Conan. The previous head of the butler was Conan’s mentor. Only he knew what happened to that man.

“She taught me that mercy weakens, that love corrodes, that peace is a trick whispered by cowards.” Her eyes lifted to the stars. “But she forgot one thing ” The torches flared. “Even fire learns.” Behind her, the ruins of Vienna flamed again, towers lighting one after another in a synchronized inferno. The city became a symbol. A beacon. A throne. “Tonight,” Ash declared, “we burn the past.” She drew a dagger from her belt, Bianca’s dagger. The one she’d stolen from the ruins. The crowd gasped. Ash sliced her palm open, letting blood fall into the brazier. The fire roared higher, shifting from orange to crimson.

Scales split, hot blood spraying across the sand as the commander grunted, his thigh buckling. Gildeon didn’t give him time to recover. With his other arm, he called up fire and drove it straight into Haemos’s opposite arm, flames biting through skin and flesh down to bone. The stench of burning muscle hit him a second before he heard the commander’s snarl of pain. It was payment for the limb Gildeon had lost to him earlier. “Tell me about my real mother,” Gildeon demanded, his claws dripping with Haemos’s blood. Fire still crawled over the commander’s charred arm.

When the audio ended, she spoke with calm resignation, “I tampered with his car because I wanted Jack to win the championship. That led to Lewis’s crash and death. “Lewis treated racing with devotion. To him, a race was his life’s calling. “Jack and I framed him to escape blame. “Without me, Lewis would have won. He would have had a bright, dazzling future. “I am the sinner. I betrayed the one who trusted me the most.” Then, as comments exploded across the livestream, Alanna struck a lighter in the gas-filled room. … Fortunately, someone watching the stream lived nearby and called the police. Firefighters arrived quickly and put out the flames. But Alanna had stood at the center of the explo

“If you didn't belong to the group that bullied Eden, I would have tried to love you. But since you found out that we were childhood friends, and bullying her wasn't enough that you made her miss her first day in college all because you abducted and tortured her….. I'll make sure you pay for hurting her. Just wait!” “Tyrion!!!!” My father screamed my name like I was lost. He shook his head, taking slow steps towards me. “What has come over you? Do you realize how tough it was for me and your mother to bring you to this level that you want to lose because of some lady who despises you?” I bit my lower lip. “She despises me, and you know the reason behind it.” “Who cares?” he snapped at me and

“But Theon refused, telling them not to torture themselves by looking at you. They didn’t fight him much on it but left a message with him to convey to you. It was a letter.” “What did it say?” “I don’t know. As soon as they left, Theon burned it.” I raise a brow at that. “He did?” Haden shrugs. “What can I say? After that nightmare of a funeral, Kellin laid it down on him hard. He didn’t get to meet Elias before he went maniacal again, but if he didn’t, he’d have torn Theon a new one. Kellin and I assured him that we won’t think twice about leaving the pack if he doesn’t get his act together.”

AEGEN’S POV I yelled to my brother asking him to run. He didn’t ask questions or turn back. He ran and I appeared to see the fairy king holding his daughter’s head. He looked my way and saw me. “You bastard! You did this!” he shouted, and I stood there waiting for him to charge at me. “Warriors! Wings! Burn this place to the ground!” he yelled, and my heart almost stopped when he said that. If they burned the palace then many people were going to die and knowing him. He was not going to stop with the palace, he was going to go around the kingdom killing as many as he can to avenge his daughter.

Racking my head for possible answers, someone said words I did not clearly hear. Letting go of my thoughts, I looked up. “What did you say, my lord? I'm sorry but I did not hear you properly.” “You're wondering why his parents were old people.” Ho—how did he know?! “Well, they had Aegon at a very old age. And I was born a few years before him. My parents were alive at that time. They also died from the war. We lost a lot of Wolves during that period. I lost my sister also.”

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

So Moriah went back to his history. The maiden lay athwart the warrior, her arms widespread as if to embrace him. The mother seemed almost to shudder as the flames came licking up her face. A longsword had been thrust through her heart, and its leather grip was alive with flame. The father was on the bottom, the first to fall. Moriah watched the hand of the stranger writhe and curl as the fingers blackened and fell away one by one, reduced to so much glowing charcoal. Nearby, Lord Beltinar coughed fitfully and covered his wrinkled face with a square of linen embroidered in red crabs. The myrmen swapped jokes as they enjoyed the warmth of the fire, but young Lord Bar Emmon had turned a splotc