Daenerys Targaryen X Reader Novels & Stories

DAXTON I watched the blood drain from her face. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. He stepped out of the shadows like a ghost. He was lean and tall, with hair streaked with silver and piercing grey eyes. “Papa?” Arya whispered. Gods. No. I shot to my feet, ignoring the sting of the open wounds across my chest, and staggered forward. “Don't go near her,” I growled, blood dripping from my fingertips. The rage I'd kept caged inside of me snapped, flooding through my veins like wildfire.

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?”

As they approached the port, Raenerys couldn't help but think of what she had seen before they left the north. Acheron is talking to Sera. She couldn't quite figure out how the two had the chance to talk because she was sure it wasn't the first time. What makes Acheron communicate with Sera? Because of that question, she couldn't stop glancing at Sera, who was now excited to land her feet on the sand of the Eastern Region. But even so, she could feel the sharp look in Raenerys' glance at her. Even if she wanted to pay attention, she didn't do it because it might only make her angry. She can't afford to be killed by Raenerys here; even if she wants to submit her own life if Raenerys wants it

TYRION. “I'm not going home with you. The driver can take you home since your parents aren't even asking for you." I retorted at Ava, who stood still staring at me. I was drunk. I did it to myself intentionally. How dare that Alpha Prince show up to claim to be Eden's lover? Were they truly dating? Ava tried to hold me, but I resisted. “Don't lay your hands on me. I have to be alone.” “We can still go back home, and you will be alone. You engaged me today and wouldn't want to spend time with me, huh?" She scratched her head and came forward again.

"And soon, you'll be useful to someone else." “Wha-what do you mean?” I stuttered, cold sweat rolling down my back. “Your time here has elapsed, Ariana. I’m giving you away,” he spoke so softly like he was talking to a child who had comprehension issues. I felt a chill run down my spine. "Who?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Derrick's smile grew wider. "Alpha Ryker." My blood ran cold. Alpha Ryker was the most powerful werewolf. I had never seen him, but the rumors about him made my skin crawl. He was ruthless, merciless, and cruel.

I feel the bed dip beside us and look to see our mate crawling towards us. “We have two more marks to give.” Lust overtakes Xander’s face and I see his erect dick sway as he crawls to us. “And I need to be inside of her.” I move away from in between Arya’s legs and roll onto my back. Looking at our beautiful mate, I ask, “Have you ever had two men at once?” She shakes her head. “No. But I have done anal.” “You’ve done anal? Our little mate has a naugty streak. I like it,” I say, looking at Xander.

“I suppose it wanted a better hand.” Her heart fluttered when she saw him look at her suggestively “Hand… do you mean mine?” she asked, unsurely. “Yes, yours,” he said with certainty. “You’re dragon-kind, Elaina. Not just by blood, but by spirit and I think you are the perfect person to connect with it better.” Drake watched the interaction and he mentally nodded in approval. He too thought there was something special connecting Elaina with the ancient book. That would explain the glowing body and the strange things that happened when they read from it.

Then her eyes settle on Mathias and her face pales at his rage. I know what she’s going to do a second before it happens. I think Xander and Devin see it, too. They both let go of Mathias and reach for her. “I, Arya Vetger, Delta of the Blue Crescent Pack, reject you, Devin Laoch, Gamma of the Artemis Pack, and you, Xander Hawthorne, Delta of the Artemis Pack, as my mates.” Devin and Xander crumple to their knees, clutching their chests. Arya begins to fall, but she is caught by Mathias. A feral grin spreads across his face as he looks down at Xander and Devin, clutching each other in their pain.

Khaleesi's pov; "Please! Khaleesi please! You can't do this to me. We've known each other for years and have shared the same thing! Please don't kill me. Spare me!" Dan's cowardly cry and plea to be spared was like the sound of a bug in my ears, pestering me and asking to be let go. One sniff and all I could smell was blood. The blood of his fallen warriors and not even one of my mine or neither Aodhàn's around us.

I looked between him and Baylor wondering what was going on. “Liana Stark. I, Drogo Velaryon, in front of everyone present and under the goddess's blessings ask you to join with me and be my mate?” “What?!” I shrieked in horror. My life was doomed.