Daenerys Targaryen Dragon Queen Novels & Stories

This dragon was hers. She was right. She was always right, dragon blood did flow with her. Not the men of Kronos but she, Mare, a child of Baryn, slave of the Vallezarii king of Arlankis.

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

Kaliyah, Rheagal, Brenna, and Kenna were quick to join the king downstairs to where the dragon was. It was the first time Kenna saw a dragon from up close, her fists clenched in anger. The magnificence of the dragon was not hidden, the scales were big and somewhat scary and it had a shiny appeal. She couldn’t believe Kaliyah was the one going to live the life she wanted.

Adonis My body had been shaking with the rage of my beast when I saw that fucking beta on top of my mate, he had his canines extended about to mark her, I saw red in that moment and Nyko broke through the cage of my barrier as he lunged at him. Nyko pinned him against the wall and to be honest the rage and full blown aggressive explosion I was feeling was only edging Nyko on even further as he began delivering blow after blow to this pathetic excuse of a wolf, Nyko was going to kill him and I was going to gladly stand by and watch him do it. He deserved to die for touching what was ours, Arya wasn’t just the mate of any ordinary alpha wolf, she was the mate of the King of the wolves and the

The Kingdom of Laera, known as the Home of the Knights, Slayer of the Dragons, the Archenemy of the Dragonae Kingdom. The kingdom set quite a reputation in the world of Elantro, one that was set apart from all kingdoms. The abundant food and water with the endless flow of magic in its nature made the world think the Laera Kingdom was the chosen one of the Fates. This was the very reason why the dragons from the Dragonae Kingdom wanted to take hold of Laera. However, after centuries of fighting over the land, they still failed.

Summer squirmed under his touch, the Old man had wrinkly too pale skin. But he could see it. He could see what led him straight to her. Her eyes. Rich pools of molten gold that seemed to swirl beneath their depth. She was thin and scrawny. "Who would have thought..." He murmured as everyone around watched the two of them silently. He gathered himself quickly and turned to his men. "Take her to the carriage. We leave tonight." He ordered and Rhaegal frowned. "It's too late. The roads aren't safe."

Drakaina will be part of her – forever. When Hana was in the cave back on the mountain where she and Seraphina took a long trip just to get the dragon’s quest. While battling between Hana and herself – Drakaina, even she knew it was impossible for her to defeat her own other self. The darkness within her is more powerful than she thought.

Do not go against me. Demetria shot her a glance. This woman was bold, and she was not holding herself back. But she did not come here to bow to anyone. The girl came here to end this tyranny and make her father pay for all his sins. - I think you have a wrong impression. I am a Princess, a Dragon Princess. The royal blood runs in MY veins. - Demetria spoke, emphasizing the word ~my. She let Elena take control to add more effect to her words, and her eyes turned into gold orbs. Her beast wished to do more, but Demetria stopped her from causing the scene.

“No.” The force behind the single word silenced the chamber instantly. “They used her title.” The room stilled further. Because yes. They did. Not wolf female. Not Lyra Hale. Queen. Someone understood exactly what she represented. Vaelrion’s hand tightened against the edge of the obsidian table hard enough for cracks to splinter beneath his fingers. Mine. The dragon inside him paced violently now. Protect mate. Find threat. Destroy threat. “My king.” Vaelrion’s gaze lifted sharply toward Tharok.

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”