Mystic Falls was never meant to change Valeria Monroe. But then he came back. Damon Salvatore isn't interested in the town. He's not interested in the drama. And he's definitely not interested in playing nice. Until Valeria. There's something about her-something he can't explain, can't control, and can't stay away from. And the worst part? She doesn't even know what she is yet. Read a find out what happens! There will be another book for the other seasons. Season 1: in progress Season 2: not finished Season 3 : not finished Warning ⚠️ This story contains mentions of blood, lots of death, underage drinking, and Katherine death (suicide) I DO NOT OWN TVD. ALL THE CHARACTERS LINES GO TO THE ORIGINAL WRITERS. I ONLY OWN JADE MONROE, VALERIA MONROE AND ANY OTHER CHARACTERS I MIGHT ADD. I DO NOT CONDONE PLAGIARISM!

𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 ❝their love was written in the stars❞ ──𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 ( 𝐩𝐫𝐞 - 𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐚𝐟 ) ( 𝟐𝟕𝟖 - 𝟐𝟗𝟎 𝐀.𝐂. ) ( 𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 )

"If I am to burn, let it be in the shadow of your mouth, beneath the aching lunar pull of your touch. I will love you, where i'm not supposed to go." -Leticia Lillestrom Aelora Targaryen, twin to Aerion, was born of Daemon Targaryen-the Rogue Prince, as the realm so often whispered. From the moment they entered the world, the twins were marked by loss. Their mother died soon after childbirth, and Daemon vanished like smoke, leaving his children behind. Abandoned and vulnerable, they were delivered to King's Landing and placed in the care of their uncle, King Viserys. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing, Viserys would murmur to himself, and so the twins were raised beside his own children, never truly alone, yet never wholly at home. The distance between Aelora and Aegon was never great-at least not in his mind. Wherever she went, he followed, even when she sought solitude. Despite Aerion's sharp protests and Aelora's quiet insistence on independence, Aegon lingered at her side, a constant presence she could neither escape nor entirely resent. Aelora cared little for courtly games or whispered schemes. Politics bored her; ambition frightened her. But fate is rarely kind to those who wish to stand apart. When she is betrothed to the man she loves-only to watch him seize the Iron Throne from his elder sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen-Aelora is forced into the heart of a conflict she never wanted. And in a world where love and loyalty collide with fire and blood, she must decide what she is willing to sacrifice.