Daenerys Book Novels & Stories

Flavius's eyes widen at Neron's words as he chokes out a cough. "A den of beast is not the words I'd use to describe this place. But I must admit this has been a very educational experience," Flavius tells him. "That is because we dragons are seekers of vast knowledge. My horde alone holds one of the largest archives in Midgar. You are bound to learn a thing or two staying here," I say. "As much as I would love to continue discussing the extensive knowledge of dragons there is a point to our arrival," Daniel says. "Awe yes, I nearly forgot. As stated in the original deal between our people I've brought with me the requested weaponry and medical kits," Neron tells us.

"Oh my God, where should I start?" 'Mine is happy,' Ash whispered, and Duncan’s lips twitched slightly—barely. "Come with me," Duncan gestured, leading her further inside. "Oh my! Is that what I think it is?" Arianna gasped at the sight of a dark green leather-bound book—one she would recognize anywhere. "You know it?" Duncan arched a brow. "Yes, of course!" She tried to reach for it, but she wasn’t tall enough, so Duncan helped her. "Thanks," she smiled at him, then looked down at the book. "The Ballads of the Ancients."

“I had to retrieve this from an old library,” I stayed quiet to hear what she had to say, moving my gaze between her and the book. “Apparently, the north has an old library which is…” “I don't need the details. What's in the book?” “It's called…” “Your presence alone is suffocating, Odessa. What's in the damn book and spare us the time of being in the same space,” “It holds a reason for Rhaegal's sudden interest in Penelope. Possibly….Alpha Daemon too,”

The page was titled: The Hollowed Flame—Last of the Veil Prophets. “One who binds the living and dead by flame shall awaken the Hollowed Flame, and the world shall burn anew.” It wasn’t just prophecy anymore. It was a plan. And Lyanna—her sister—might be the vessel. A soft knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts. Kael stepped inside without waiting for a response. He looked tired, his jaw shadowed in stubble, his clothes rumpled from war council meetings. “You’re not resting,” he said softly. “I can’t.” She held up the book. “I found something.”

"Probably. The book is known as the Eye of Abernathy, the first and most powerful dragon ever to have lived on Earth." "A dragon?" I rubbed my thumbs over the edges of the cover, staying clear of the eye. Soft, sleek, and smooth like a lizard's skin. "What's inside?" Cindy gave me one of her famous looks. This one saying, Duh! "Abernathy's spells. This is the oldest, most powerful book on the planet, and it's mine now." I snorted, though I could feel the book's power. "Really? Why do you have it?" Immediately after the words left my mouth, I regretted them.

The Ds-professional love is a detective series formed around different parts of the world but mainly the United states of America in the city of Los Angeles.. Its though a love stories in a lesfic genre but yet a thriller with a mystery to solve around the many. This book will be published is series. Each season a book of it's own. Character mining

A throne stood at the chamber's center, black stone exactly as she'd seen in her vision, and above it, suspended somehow in the still air without visible support, a crown made of solid, unmoving flame, glowing steady orange-gold in the darkness. "It's real." Sera's voice shook with disbelief. "Everything the fire showed me. It's real." "Sera." Dorian's voice carried sudden urgency, drawing her attention to the chamber's far wall, where ancient text had been carved deep into the stone, illuminated now by her own flickering firelight. "You need to see this." She crossed the chamber slowly, reading the ancient script, and felt her blood run cold as understanding finally settled into place.

Her hair dangled, but was too drained to even move a finger. "Give me the book," Olga demanded. Her voice echoed, like a strong wind going with a storm. Mherkealla smirked. "I swear to protect this book with my life, Olga. If I die, I'll take it with me," Mherkealla said, hoarsely. Her consciousness was slowly fading. Another drop of blood. Olga traced Mherkealla's being and a sly smile formed from her lips. She found the bravery an obtuse act. If only Mherkealla could understand better, things wouldn't have come to this.

“One! You have more?” But she was already on her way out, gently closing the door behind her. I couldn’t help but think of how graceful Darynem were. Such a sharp contrast from what we had been taught back in Anoryl. I took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the library. Where would I even start? “The oldest books are at the farthest shelves, history books below and magic above. That’s the order” a voice echoed from down the lane. Out of the shadows emerged a thin and tall old lady. She had thin glasses that were propped on the bridge of her nose but couldn't hide her bright orange eyes. She was beautiful with her pale blonde hair that tumbled beyond her shoulders in waves. “Thank you”, I

We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of shared understanding between us. Then, Perry's face brightens. "But let's talk about something more cheerful. Are you a fan of Frank Herbert's Dune series?" My eyes widen. "You're kidding. I love Dune!" He grins. "A woman after my own heart. What about A Game of Thrones?" "Read them all, watched the show. Though I have to say, I prefer the books."