Daenerys Book Novels & Stories

Hello readers, I am sorry to say but, this book 'Hellbent~Denied Love have officially come to an end. I know it ended like cliffhanger. Yes, it did. But, there is a new book squealed to this. It is DANCING IN FLAMES!

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

Neah asks. "Concentrated Lycan life force. Solidified over millennia. It forms in places where Lycan blood was spilled in great quantities. During battles. Rituals. Deaths." Aldara reaches out but doesn't touch it. "This much lunar stone represents hundreds of Lycan lives." The room goes quiet. I move to the shelves. Carefully unwrap one of the cloth bundles. Inside is a book. Hand-bound. Pages made from something that isn't quite paper. The text is in the same ancient script as the door.

The smell of cured leather hits me first, it’s an old smell, almost eradicated, but still there. He drops the book in the space between us and my hand reaches for it immediately. My heart cracks when I see what’s on the first page and tears sting the back of my eyes. “You were searching for that book weren’t you?” I nod because I was. Clearly written on the first page are the words “Records of His Majesty, King Ashryn the Great, Supreme Lycan King of the Four Kingdoms, and His wife, Diane.” Okay, I'm a bit offended at how the latter part sounds like something added as an afterthought in my head, but this is it.

, I said to myself, tapping my forehead in anger. Yes, it started with something like a Don, but the end of the name sounded like something I had heard on a TV show somewhere. I tried remembering the TV show, it was a very popular TV show, something about games and thrones - Game of Thrones, that was it. His name sounded like one of the characters, the queen with the blonde or rather white hair, Danearys. I tried to combine the two pieces of information in my head and then it struck - Donaerys. That was his name, Donaerys.

She looked too weak to be a spy, and she wouldn't have saved Avani. I entered the throne room and bowed in front of the High Lords. Aidas, Carden, and a few dignitaries were the only ones present. They probably didn't want much of an audience as they decided the fate of Dragon Kind. “Have you questioned the prisoner like I asked?” my father asked. “Yes, Your Grace. She's certainly untrained and has no knowledge about her powers. It seems her healing powers only manifested for the first time last night to save the prince.” I replied, keeping my gaze firmly on the ground.

Elaina’s breath caught as he pulled out a thick, aged book bound in dark leather, its surface etched with faded symbols that seemed to shimmer faintly even in the low light. Her heart skipped. “No,” she breathed. “Yes,” Jone said, eyes twinkling. “I call it the dragon compendium. I think you music tunes you speak of is in it… the one you’ve been missing.” Elaina stared at it, stunned. “How… how do you have that?” The book looked exactly like the one they had left behind in the palace… only a little rough due to previous handling. She almost thought it was the same one but she remembered Drake had most warriors were given to book to study from.

Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined. If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, I would have thought she was dead. “Lewis…” she whispered weakly. I felt a flicker of surprise at hearing her voice and turned toward her. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked in my direction. I had always treated her as my cherished jewel, never lifting a finger to harm her. In the past, seeing her in such a pitiful state would have filled me with heartache and rage, ready to avenge her.

Gripping Damon's hand, she pushed with the little strength she had left. Damon became excited. “She's coming out! I can see her head. We are almost there, my love, keep pushing!” A few minutes later, the cry of the baby rang out through the cave. Damon's hand trembled as he held his child in his arm, tears rolling down his face. “She's beautiful Arya. Like the morning sun.” I didn't realize I was also crying. Why do I feel like there's more between these two than what I'm seeing?

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).