Jon Daenerys Novels & Stories

" I bowed once again. I had blood and filth all over me, some of it not even mine. "All right, I'll get Salman to come in so she can escort you to your room and give you some clothes." His eyes lost some of their concentration, which alarmed me. The girl came back a short while later with a wheelchair and a stack of clothing. She said in a positive tone "Your name is Jennifer, am I correct?". I blinked. She pushed me to an open door after helping me get into the chair. There was a stunning room inside with a queen bed and a lovely view of a pine forest. She rolled me over to a door and led me inside to the restroom.

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

replied Piers. “We are a Kingdom, Piers. We are nothing like those other backward clans with their remarkably senseless women,” the Leader said, still staring down at me. “What is your name?” he asked. “Rowena Silverveil from the Eastern clan of Eldoria,” I replied. “I am Thane Darkmoor, the Alpha of this kingdom. Now, are you afraid that you laughed in the face of someone who wields the power to kill you?” He sneered. Fear creeped into my chest. How foolish I was to have laughed in the first place.

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. “And you too Mr Xander”

Maybe it was just the fact of her being 'that' person that had been enough to make him feel that way. "Quit it, Johann. Doesn't matter if I do find her attractive, she's engaged already." Johann's eyes widen in shock. "She is!?" he screamed but later became conscious of the sleeping girl beside him. "Yes, I heard the guy's a powerful half-dragon who's been with her since the previous war." "Man, that's tough." His shoulder instantly dropped, his body collapsed into the bed with arms wide open. . lifelessly. An immediate defeat, was it?

Then he slid down the wall on the other side of the door and sat too, close enough for company, far enough for peace, and pulled out his phone, and started, in the low competent murmur of the only person on earth I fully trusted, the work of finding out where Isaiah Crowe had run. "For what it's worth," Darius said, some time later, into the dark, "the kid asked about her again. Little J. Doped up to his eyeballs, arm in a sling, and the first coherent thing out of him was did she make it out, is Miss Zariah okay. Before he asked about himself. Before he asked about you." A pause. "She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

” The Dark Child paced in front of them, “My mom, thinking that the situation was her fault, she went after my father and never came back. She sacrificed herself, Inwë. And the Virsathen tree grew in commemoration of her sacrifice.” She was Estelel’s daughter to Jilroid. The Dark Child was Margarette’s nieces. “Believe it or not, you are reincarnated for many times. Once as a vampire princess and onetime as a nymph wanderer, you’ll never stop rebirth until your mission is cleared. But your true identity, your real personality, was the daughter of the Virsathen and her human third party. I believe you saw him, the silent ghost of Shasta?” She smiled.

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.

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.