Daenerys Targaryen Dragon Queen Novels & Stories

She stood with the grace of a warrior queen, her form both elegant and terrifying, battle scars tracing elegant patterns across her powerful body. Elyra. Draven’s entire frame stiffened beneath me, his breath catching sharply as recognition flooded his crimson eyes. For a moment I saw something raw and old spark there, a passion from long before I had ever existed, and it twisted painfully in my chest. I clutched Aether closer to my soft, leaking breasts, feeling the lingering heaviness of my chubby figure pressed against Draven’s hold, suddenly and acutely aware of how different I must look compared to this majestic dragoness who had just stepped out of legend.

Fewa’s voice made the water around them turn into a big wave because of the vibration. “Princess Queenie is the granddaughter of the First Darian King. Hundreds of years ago, when the lives of dragons were under the rule of cruel dragon controllers, all dragons lived in fear. We used it as a tool to expand their territory. But then the First Great Darian King came with the dragon-controlling gem.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

“Maeve that’s enough. Let them go.” The sound of her voice had his whole body shuddering. “Sweetheart,” He whispered softly now wanted to startle her. She turned slightly, her beautiful green eyes shifting to gold as she saw him and her dragon came to the surface. “Rook” it was a soft whisper filled with worry as a scream from the witch and a sudden flare of heat broke their gaze and turned their attention to the witch. They watched as she slumped down and the flames flared out of control.

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?”

She drank deep. Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thrones.

and here she is again, trying to threaten me like she did years ago. “Tyrion, that Prince already showed up from nowhere and claimed her. Isn't it okay for you to let go of anything and act like you never knew her? If you do, you will get a free mind and will likely forget about her…..” my mother preached like she did years ago. “Whatever happened between the Alpha King, his son, and the royal family of the Snow Moon Pack will have nothing to do with you.” As selfish as she is, she isn't even talking about Eden. In all she's saying, she never mentioned her.

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.

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.

“Now, Mira, be a good pet. Crawl to me and put your mouth to use. Show them what you do best.” His words left me hollow and heavy. My limbs turned to stone as the world tilted and faded into a grey, muffled blur. Shock finally shattered what little strength I had left, leaving me trembling and nearly blind. “I said crawl,” Draven’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls like a death sentence. I closed my eyes, growing weaker and weaker. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The infamous Dragon Queen. The future Lycan and Werewolf Queen. The woman gifted with magic powers.