Daenerys Novels & Stories

, 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.

As her volume increases, the words that were once a mystery start to make sense. “Praise Oaestr, Great Diviner, Mother of us All. Praise Nyxt, Night Father, Void Incarnate, Mate of the Goddess. Blessed are your brood. Ayre, Faeyre, Bleyd, Kore, Myeti, Carnelia. Blessed Carnelia! Gifted Carnelia! The first Queen of Dragons.” The light from above overwhelms my current form and soon being flame itself isn't enough to keep the pain at bay any longer. As my body bucks against the throne, something shifts in Vega's expression and her eyes take on a look of genuine fear as she gazes in my direction.

“I like bold… but foolish can be fatal. Do you understand that, Ayla?” “Yes,” I replied, my jaw tight. “But I’m not here to be a victim.” His lips twitched, half-smile, half-snarl. “Interesting,” he said. “I will enjoy testing that resolve.” DARIUS’ POV The girl’s spirit was unlike any I had encountered. Most trembled, cowered, or tried to charm their way to favor. But she… resisted. Even in the presence of fear, her fire burned. ‘Bold and defiant… and yet so fragile,’ I thought. There was something intoxicating about her strength. Something dangerous.

“It’s coming soon. I just need my strength first. I need to stand and I need to show them who they are and who I am, what it is to challenge me. And what is at stake for what they've done.” “Strength?” he echoed carefully, warily. “I do not understand, alpha.” I chuckled, the sound echoing darkly through the broken halls. “Blood is power, Theon. Blood is life. And right now, there’s nothing I crave more. Blood, flesh and the lives of those that are weak, I am gaining my strength from them.” His jaw tightened, eyes flickering with a disgust he failed to hide. “If you say so, Alpha.” “Oh, I do say so,” I murmured softly, stepping toward him slowly, dangerously. “You doubt me? You're not fright

~DAHLIA~ Thank the Creator. The woman general is tall with short gold hair in a pixie cut, and her eyes are dark brown and intimidating. “General Alkaia. Chief of our war strategists.” Azraelyrs introduces her to me. Alkaia has already turned to my direction, and she is boldly staring at me like she is measuring how fit I am to live. “Welcome, Princess Dahlia.” She calmly addresses me with respect, “I hope you will feel at home in Drakarith.”

No one did, except for the twins. "Tell me everything. Where is she?" Victoria took a shaky breath. "She is... she is in the Northern Kingdom. She has been claimed, My Lord. She is King Zayn’s mate." The air in the room died. I stood up slowly. Jennifer rushed forward to pull up my silk trousers, covering my nakedness, but I barely felt her touch. "Zayn?" I repeated the name like a curse. "The cursed wolf?" I knew of him. Zayn was the King of the Seven Kingdoms, a man cursed with a beast that knew no mercy. They said he was a monster who slaughtered virgins as sacrifices.

"Say that again," Demi said. "From the beginning." "I already said it twice." "You said it at your speed, which is faster than most people's thinking speed." Demi sat cross-legged on her bed, both hands wrapped around a mug gone cold, eyes fixed on Nora with the focused stillness of someone managing something large. "The crown prince of the Vael bloodline asked you to be his fake fiancée." "Anchor. The legal term is anchor." "I understand the legal term. I'm using the human one because I need to process this in a language my brain actually speaks." She set the mug down carefully. "And you signed it."

It was so bad that we started avoiding our own home at a point. If I believed in diviners, I would have sent her to one. Ameera would tear the pillows, slash the pictures with a knife and generally destroy anything that came her way. This has happened since the day Arya died. Two months after Arya's death, it became obvious that Ameera wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We started locking her in the attic every Tuesday before she woke up. We would put her breakfast, lunch and even dinner in there and only bring her out on Wednesday morning. Sometimes it felt like there was a spell cast on her whenever she woke up on a Tuesday morning.

After all, the one who is protecting half of this army with her hair and her blood is a girl; my girl. "They are approaching us!" Leaders shout as we receive signals that the rival army is in sight. We have observers that are hiding on the top of the trees to keep us up to date as we cannot see everything when we are on the ground level. I can see Eleanor in the front lines, the smirk on her face screams evil; she is the daughter of Lucifer. Even Lucifer himself does not have this amount of evilness and hatred within him. She exceeds all limits.

I hadn’t noticed when they got to my side. “My name is Mellana. I’m the head warrior of the Red Moon witch coven.” She answered. As those words slipped from her mouth, my mother opened the back door. “Mellana?” My mom asked to confirm her name. “Yes, ma’am.” She answered with her hands down now. “I can’t believe it is really you. You’ve grown up so much. How’s mother going?” Mom asked happily “I’m sorry, ma’am but do I know you?” She asked my mother politely.