Daenerys Novels & Stories

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

None of it surprised her anymore. She almost teared up when she read her dad’s message. ‘Remember your name. Stand tall.’ She squared her shoulders and repeated what he had taught her from the moment they had realised she was not one of them. She was Ava Morgan, daughter of Alpha Roland Morgan, and she didn’t take shit from anybody. If only that were true. Her shoulders sagged again as her mind tried to pull her back to the torturous years she had endured living among the wolves. Even the Alpha and his four sons had failed to keep her safe from that.

she said and Xander smiled, he didn’t know why but he loved this young girl already. “Oh. That’s right, what are you playing as?” He asked and she beamed. “Daenerys Targaryen,” she said and Xander smiled, he remembered the name now. “Oh, a dragon queen, that’s nice. What’s your name sweetie” he asked and she grinned. “Mia, what’s yours, sir?” She asked and Xander smiled. “It’s Xander, nice to meet you, Mia,” he said and she waved as she walked away. “And you too Mr Xander”

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

They specialize in land trade and mail service In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing

"Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war." George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (A Song of Ice and Fire, #3) • • • INTRODUCING THE MAIN TWO CHARACTERS:- • Neffie Hale Granddaughter of the highest ruler-the royal luna herself. She's a silent but attentive girl with a high intelligence, and an I-don't-care-like and a stubborn personality. She loves her family and will do anything to protect them. She values love the most and believes it is a sacred thing. She has long and wavy sunset red hair, a beautiful pair of fiery red (golden orange) eyes. Her smooth and fair skin is ivory in complexion and her height is 5'5". Also she has a thin ballerina shaped figure.

Her scent got stronger, sharper, as though she was just a step away from me, then suddenly—it was gone, as if she didn't exist! “What the fuck?” Both Czer and I growled out. No! No! I can't lose her! Not again! I hurried my steps as Jarvis followed behind. As we approached, a grave scene before us stopped us from moving forward. The bodies of black beasts were scattered around, as if someone had made a path of their bodies. This style—I know it. I may not know Daenerys closely, but I have seen her fighting in battles. She is aggressive and a deadly warrior. A war queen she was.

His f‌in⁠gers‍ brushed along my j⁠a‍w, bef⁠ore gripping i‍t h‌ard enough to make my bo‌nes ache. “You t⁠hink you’re a pri‍z​e? A possession?” His eyes‌ b‌urned into m‌ine,. “Y‌ou’re w‍orse⁠ than that.‌ Y‍ou’re mine, Arya. An‍d the sooner you understand that, t‌he less it will hurt w⁠h⁠en​ I break you into exactly what​ I want.” The air in the c⁠ar f‌elt suffocating, my lungs r‍efus​ing to work

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword