Jon Daenerys Novels & Stories

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?

“Yes, liefhe (love). It is from the Song of Ice and Fire book series, which is what the show is based on. My father was obsessed with the books. When he found out that I would be a girl, he convinced my mother to name me after the high-born girl turned deadly warrior. He said that an alpha’s daughter needed a fierce name.” Both Devin and I startle and Arya covers her mouth with her hand. She looks more surprised than anything. “Alpha’s daughter?” Devin asks, his voice full of questions.

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.

"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 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.

“I like bold… but foolish can be fatal. Do you understand that, Ayla?” “Yes,” I replied, my jaw tight. “But I’m not here to be a victim.” His lips twitched, half-smile, half-snarl. “Interesting,” he said. “I will enjoy testing that resolve.” DARIUS’ POV The girl’s spirit was unlike any I had encountered. Most trembled, cowered, or tried to charm their way to favor. But she… resisted. Even in the presence of fear, her fire burned. ‘Bold and defiant… and yet so fragile,’ I thought. There was something intoxicating about her strength. Something dangerous.

Even Narendra was shocked too. At first, Danyel did not notice this because he was already shocked by how wrong his predictions were. He felt like he could actually see Gianna’s sparkling aura. Though she was wearing a purple and blue dress with long sleeves and had waist-length hair with some braids, something told that she was no ordinary princess. The jewelry did not go along well with her personality as if saying they were not her thing. She did not need them. She was already shining. In her eyes, there was a gaze of a fearless fighter, and looking from afar, she replicated the rising sun.