Daenerys Novels & Stories

"I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out. "When I was a lad I fo

But the Hesmians always won the battles and saved the nation. Danyel's ancestry: Prince Danyel's great grandparents were Empress Pruthvi and Prince Sukha. Empress Pruthvi was the 19th empress regnant of Hesmia. She had an older brother who died in his childhood from food poisoning. Then, Empress Pruthvi was appointed as the heir presumptive. There was a conspiracy theory that said that it was the Empress who poisoned her brother to get the throne. But at the time the crown prince died, Pruthvi was only 11 years old. Vathri Desmith- the empress' best friend since childhood had described how Pruthvi wept over her brother's death in her diary.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

He immediately followed the man out of the den, but they were immediately stopped by a familiar person standing in front of the den, dressed in armor and holding a dagger. "Why are you here?" Nevil asked, and Raenerys remained silent. She noticed Sera staring at her for a few seconds, as if she were shocked and saw a ghost. Right, she is a ghost from the past, and she knows, based on her sister's reaction, that the past keeps on hunting her even in her sleep.

I walked away while he was confused. “Nirvana, what girlfriend are you talking about?” This time, he managed to hold my arm before I could bolt out. “How would I know? Maybe your number eight, or is it twelve?” I shot him a death glare. “I don’t date. I don’t have a girlfriend. What does she look like?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know. Daenerys Targaryen?” “Huh.” A slight curve appeared on his lips, his eyes dancing with humor. “Tall, gray eyes, silver blonde hair, looks like a princess?”

When she took a step toward Dark, pointing out the bones that should be her index finger, Dark recoiled, and the fastest he'd walked in his life, he ran into the packhouse screaming. Ulric runs down the street to find out what's happening, and Agnes materializes by Ulric's side. - Alpha, call everyone away from the border. Lilith is at the entrance to the pack land. - Who? - Ukric asks, confused. - The Queen of Hell. The woman that the god of humans created at the same time as Adam, but who didn't obey him and ran away. - The woman of Adam in the religion of humans, isn't she Eve? - the witch asks, confused.

Then he slid down the wall on the other side of the door and sat too, close enough for company, far enough for peace, and pulled out his phone, and started, in the low competent murmur of the only person on earth I fully trusted, the work of finding out where Isaiah Crowe had run. "For what it's worth," Darius said, some time later, into the dark, "the kid asked about her again. Little J. Doped up to his eyeballs, arm in a sling, and the first coherent thing out of him was did she make it out, is Miss Zariah okay. Before he asked about himself. Before he asked about you." A pause. "She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You

Earning her friends attention. Chisom was Kenzy's maternal cousin, they were literally very close. "Why?" Trisha asks. "Because of Daniel oh!" Kenzy responds. Daniel was currently there maid's son. Who literally came to visit his mum once in a while. Kenzy had made mention to her friends about Chisom's huge crush on Daniel. And the face Daniel was always looking for every opportunity to get her attention. Which Chisom had took note of, and had told Kenzy, she had an idea of the feeling she had for him and was trying to seduce and get him for herself. This had caused a big rift between both cousin.

"D-Dead? No. It can't be... Mr. Watson is... dead?" "Hayden is dead." "How—" "Take me to Arlyaen," she demanded. "I don't have any more time to waste." He stared at her, his ebony eyes wide with disbelief. "He's not someone you should meet on your own," he warned, his tone weighted with concern. "I can handle him on my own." She ended on a firm note. The daughter of the greatest white dragon in history. Were her skills competent enough to fight against the lord of the evils?