Daenerys Targaryen Khal Novels & Stories

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

Aileen replied, almost whispering to the wind. "I see." The lady with red hair and gray eyes, like Scheriziel, smiled wickedly. The lady smiled because she smelled something interesting about the girl in front of her. "Anyway, let me introduce myself. It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies, especially you," she added and stared at Aileen. She cleared her throat and resumed, "I'm Khaleesi." "The pleasure is mine. My name is Ai- I mean Scheriziel. And this is my trusted friend Athena." The queen was nervous and had almost slipped her real name.

“A fair question.” His gaze moved past me toward Zariah. Her shoulders stiffened instantly. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet her.” Every protective instinct I possessed came alive. The man noticed. His amusement deepened. “Interesting.” “I asked a question.” My voice had gone colder. The stranger finally looked back at me. “My name is Victor Hale.” The name meant nothing. Apparently it meant something to Darius. I saw the exact moment recognition appeared on his face. Then came disbelief.

I stare at him, bewildered. "It's time for you to remember" He places his right hand on my chest, his eyes burning brighter. Pain explodes deep inside me and it becomes so hard to breathe."You are Daeron Zrēlyen, the rightful king of the four lands. Claim your throne and save your people from the calamity that is to befall them"

"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?

The air reeked of incense and steel, a suffocating mixture of prayer and blood. Thalric Veynor, the duke who had maneuvered kingdoms into ruin, stood at the center of the chamber. His cloak, a deep crimson lined with sable fur, trailed across the flagstones like spilled blood. He had waited for this night—the final gambit of his schemes. His eyes, hard as black glass, were fixed on the throne dais where Serenya Vale, the newly unmasked heiress, now held court.

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.

Her scent got stronger, sharper, as though she was just a step away from me, then suddenly—it was gone, as if she didn't exist! “What the fuck?” Both Czer and I growled out. No! No! I can't lose her! Not again! I hurried my steps as Jarvis followed behind. As we approached, a grave scene before us stopped us from moving forward. The bodies of black beasts were scattered around, as if someone had made a path of their bodies. This style—I know it. I may not know Daenerys closely, but I have seen her fighting in battles. She is aggressive and a deadly warrior. A war queen she was.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

Hearing it spoken in the open air above the Atlantic gave it a different quality. Permanent was the word she kept arriving at. Not ending. Permanent. The crown of the Vael bloodline was a physical object smaller than she'd expected, old metal worn smooth by time, carrying nothing theatrical. Seren placed it on Caspian's head with the precise care of someone who had done this for three hundred years and understood that the object was less significant than the moment. He became, in that moment, what he had been becoming for a very long time. She watched it happen.