Daenerys Targaryen Dragon Queen Novels & Stories

Pleased with the reaction she had gotten from the finest warriors of these arrogant Monarchs. And then her gleaming violet orbs focused back on the Dragon King. "I am Esmeray, A Crone from the House of Untouchables born to rule. The Tamer of the Untamable Breed of Lost Souls. They call me the Queen of Nightmares. Are these titles enough or do you want me to add some more to your liking, Dragon?" Esmeray could see the wheels of the Dragon King's mind spinning in full motion. And she knew exactly what he was thinking.

She bolted upright, grabbed a heavy silver candelabra from the nightstand, and hurled it straight at my face. Crack. "Are you deaf? I said kneel!" she shrieked, her voice shrill. "I am the future Dragon Queen! What are you? How dare you defy my orders?!" Blood welled from the cut, blurring my vision. I forced down the white-hot rage building in my chest and dropped to my knees. My compliance seemed to soothe her ego. She leaned back, exhaling a lazy breath. "I brought you all to this castle for one reason: so you can watch me take everything that belongs to me, step by step. You better kill whatever pathetic little schemes you're cooking up in that head of yours. Keep your distance from the

he suggested, keeping his smile while presenting a new book to her. "What is that? What story does it have?" Ruby asked, finally looking at his direction instead of her window. "It's a compilation of dozens of stories about fantastic fighter women. Like Atalanta who never lost a race even to the fastest men and the first to land a hit on the monstrous boar, or Princess Merida the Brave who saved her own mother from a witch's curse. There's also about Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen who started as a woman sold by her own brother to a barbarian Horse Lord but when he died she picked herself up. She built an army of her own, conquered kingdoms, freed slaves, and repelled evil forces

Stunned, Draken paused his thrusts and stared at Denee as he pulled out of the breeder, his cock still hard and wet with the breeder's juices. "I don't understand. Why the Ice Throne? You're a woman..." "A woman but the rightful heir to the throne of Bloomington..." Denee roared, making Draken go pale. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice a deep inflection of timbre. TBC.

~ Theron ~ The guards outside the archive doors stepped back before I reached them. Neither one looked at me. I did not slow down. I could smell him before the doors even opened, that sharp mage-oil scent Lucien always carried, and under it, something warmer. Something that belonged only to her. I pushed the doors open with one hand.

"The Dark Lord Khaos is no more." Ronan nodded in agreement, his gaze still fixed on Khaos's lifeless burnt form. "The throne is ours once more," he said, his voice firm. "We have reclaimed it, and none shall take it from us again." he did a slow bow to his granddaughter, who is now Queen Dynaris, The sleeping Dragon who we first met, stepped forward, placing a crown upon her head. "I crown thee 'Queen Dynaris' rightful heir to the City of Dragons," She watched in amazement as the miracle of the prophecy happened before her eyes.

Or smirk, I don’t know. Her face flashed again and I am entirely sure now that that was a smirk. A freaking “my grandson is hot af, isn’t he?” kind of a smirk. Jane, the High Priestess and doggie’s grandmother, has cerulean eyes and silver hair styled in the likes of Emilia Clarke’s Daenerys Targaryen in the HBO show “Game of Thrones”. I haven’t yet watched the eighth season because I couldn’t find any television in this room. I hope the T.V. here has an annual HBO premium subscription so that I can also binge “Sex and the City”.

Courtiers who meet her emerald gaze often walk away uncertain where their own desires end and hers begin. Serastra, Dragon Princess of Ashkar — Heat shimmers around Kaelith when her temper flares, ember-glow pulsing beneath bronze-gold skin. The daughter of a lesser fire-dragon lord, she came to Qombinia determined that “lesser” would never describe her future. She respects Drakonios’s power but yearns to match it, imagining a reign of two dragons soaring side by side—never one enthroned above the other.

"But you leave her out of it. You leave both of them out of it. Zariah's done fighting my wars, and I'm done letting her. This one's just ours. Brother to brother." "You sure?" Darius said, and there was something careful in it, something that knew exactly what it was watching happen, the King of Atlanta standing at a window handing off the next war so that a woman could sleep. "This could be nothing. Could be somebody settling a grudge. Or it could be the front end of something a lot bigger than Crowe, and if it is, you're gonna wish you'd taken it yourself."

When one has lost as much as she has - when even now, she can feel the warm weight of Andromeda on her shoulders, reminding her of just how much she’s lost - one woman’s disappointment ceases to carry much weight at all. The life of a dragon cannot be repaid, even with the deaths of a thousand men. “So you have convinced Lord Brandon to fight for the Red Throne,” she concludes. When her daughter had walked into the room with a third dragon on her shoulders and a light in her eyes that could only be described as vengeful, she had not known what to expect. What had transpired that could have made it so that for the first time in her life, when she saw her youngest daughter, she saw not a girl