Daenerys Targaryen Dragon Queen の小説・ストーリー

"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?

Occasionally when the archdragons had a disagreement, the temperament of the wind changed causing warm mountain winds to blow or the most dangerous blizzards to occurs, causing some loss of human lives. Last, but not least… was the alluring fire dragon, the queen of all dragons and the archdragons she was a magnificent merlot red with golden scales and golden edging on her large majestic wings, by those trademarks you knew she was of a royal bloodline. Although she was a female dragon, she ruled with an iron claw. Her word was final and the law, the humans feared but also revered her. Her name was Nuri, Queen Nuri. She controlled the volcanoes surrounding the lands, making sure they did not

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

She just didn't know it yet. The foreman realizing that Tine was here, approached the group. Realizing that the stories he had heard were true, he let his eyes wonder over the two females with his prince. Both were equally beautiful. The oldest not appearing to have aged much past her maturity. Her up-tilted eyes and fire-red hair were a dead giveaway to her dragon heritage. Suddenly realizing the resemblance, he looked from Raptor to the two women and then back and forth again. seeing a subtle nod from the old dragon, Taelon (pronounced Talon) knew that not only was this young woman going to be his new queen, her mother was a dragon daughter. Clearing his throat to get everyone's attention

said the minister and walked away. Everyone roared and shouted with joy to see me as their new Alpha, it was a great responsibility , but I will prepare all my life for this and now I had to take the most important step, accept Arya as my mate and make her my Luna Queen before everyone. "Now as you all know, Arya Zanaerys Knox half wolf and half witch, princess of Zanaerys and daughter of King and Alpha Maximo Zanaerys Knox, and Queen and Luna Hannia Zanaerys Knox, is the mate of our Alpha King and today she will be crowned our Luna Queen."

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

The idea was completely insane. Draven Ironclaw wasn't the kind of man women got married to. He wasn't the kind of man who fell in love. No. He took what he wanted, who he wanted, whenever he wanted it. And nobody fucking challenged him. He was the kind of man women feared. Red Dragon had built an empire without needing anyone beside him. And here I was, a girl he had saved from torture weeks ago, imagining myself becoming his wife. But it wouldn't hurt, would it? It wasn't such a bad thing to want to be Queen of the Durango Cartel.

He walks beside me with his hand still enclosing mine so warmly, and the feeling of his strong, calloused fingers pressed against my softer ones offers me a strange comfort and a reminder of the immense power I am aligning myself with. Despite everyone's eyes still on us as we glide down the aisle, I hold my head high and match every stride Azraelyrs makes as we keep moving forward. I am Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, soon to be Queen of Drakarith, and no one will see me shivering like a fowl lost in the rain. We pass between two statues I quickly remember I had seen back in the Bahadrí. Orios and Aerizadum.