Khal Drogo And Daenerys Gif นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

Drykator readied himself for his descent, he turned to Drago who had just fixed his mini crossbow to his right arm and was slipping the bolt into place and ensuring the wire was connected correctly. “I’m going down to DV, Drago you get that dragon down!” Drykator barked beginning to bounce from one foot to the other, his legs shook violently with fear, he had never tried anything so dangerous, but he knew deep down it was what had to be done. “The Great Divine Victory needs us,” he rallied.

Even though I couldn’t get a clear understanding of who the person was, I knew he was male and someone close to us. “You know if you kill me, all dragons will die too!” She screamed. “Do you think that I believe that?” A sardonic chuckle fell from his lips. “Don’t do this.” She sobbed, with fear etched in her voice. “For thousands of years, I have watched you and him, knowing that he didn’t deserve to be King. Now I am going to take what belongs to me.” He stepped over her, towering over her legs, just before he lowered himself onto her, pinning her to the ground. “It is a shame that you won’t be here to watch his world fall apart.”

His head moved to bow to me too, and I raced to return the gesture before moving forward. The same happened when I passed by Ryle—the smoky violet dragon, Rohan—the flaming red dragon, Aldric—the desert orange beast, Egan—the ochre behemoth, Elvira—with her white scales, and the twins, Kelan and Declan—proud of their metallic blue shade. They were all beautiful beasts I had the pleasure of knowing. They were all deadly too. Very deadly. I certainly don’t want to cross them in the future. I was so engrossed with their generous treatment that I only noticed the path to the stage already on the water. I was past the shoreline now and I was surrounded with water on both sides.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

He asked, pulling back to look at me as he cupped my cheek, leaning closer. My body pulsed with need as I sucked in a shuddering breath. Nodding my head, he pressed his lips against mine, heat moving over my skin as arousal pulsed through me. The kiss was gentle, slowly building up with each press of his lips to mine. His tongue was hesitant as it moved over my lower lip. Pulling back, I looked up at him, “Sin.” “I know you’re a fire walker, part dragon.” He rested his forehead against mine, “But when I saw you go up in flames and there was nothing I could do-”

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

I take in everything at once. My brothers and their mates surround Drakon. He's actually hissing and lunging at each of them in turn. Roxy's face is covered in blood but she's up and ready to kill him. I catch her eye and almost throw the halberd her way. I meet Acasia's gaze and without another thought toss her the halberd. In one motion she catches it and swings.

The fire in the great hall burned low, casting flickering shadows on the black marble floors. Crimson banners hung like wounds from the walls, motionless in the still air. Drakonios sat in silence, a goblet of blood cradled in his hand. He had taken three sips already — each one as bitter as the last. There was no strength in it tonight. No rush of power. Only the taste of ashes. Across from him stood Kaelith, his most loyal companion and only true friend. Battle-scarred, steady, quiet as always.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.