Khal Drogo And Daenerys Gif の小説・ストーリー

The awareness makes me blush. “I’ve never ridden a dragon before!” I openly complain and sigh dramatically to prove my frustration. “Should I climb up on your back like Daenerys when she rode Drogon in Game Of Thrones?” Without further ado, I heave myself onto the dragon. One leg stretch over its back while my hands grip the scales as hard as I can. Purring sounds escape from its enormous mouth when I sit down on its back, and before I even get comfortable, its leather-clad wings stretch out on its back.

I grinned. "I guess so." "Anyway, you really do look good as a dragon." I compliments, my hand rubbing his back. "Thanks. You want a ride." I can't tell if blue eyes was actually grinning, but I think he was. "You want me to get on your back." I asked him, just to be sure I heard right. "Yes, get on my back." He lowered his body really low to the ground, and I happily obliged his wish. I got on his back and stayed close to his neck, I just stayed the way Daenerys in games of thrones does it. I love that movie so much.

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

UNKNOWN FIGURE : Oh my, forgive my manners… I completely forgot to introduce myself A dark figure drops down not too far from where Elijah stood, when the figure arose Elijah could finally make out its physical appearance; the figure was quite humanoid with a few alterations like having a horn protruding from the middle of his forehead, also there were horns protruding out of his elbows with his skin having tiny bumps throughout, his irises where red, his nails seemed like those of a wild beast with a wicked smile on his face… UNKNOWN FIGURE : My name is Draco, I am a member of the NAMED ELIJAH : Draco??... I don’t think I know you and what the hell is the Named?? DRACO : Oh you do know me,

“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.

“Now!” Just as the smell of sulphur emanated from the dragon’s roaring mouth an ancient language, broken and shaky rang out from the men of Kronos. “Eyhra drakos forem ni khagris shis matra fyre!” The dragon snapped its mouth shut, turning its heavy head swiftly in the direction of the men standing filthy and shaky only a few feet away from it. Up until now, it had ignored them, now the words of their mouths set a wheel in motion in its limbs and it staggered toward them with chains clattering against each other as it went.

This would be his part in the war, fixing the Kingdom. Even though he had no idea if this would help, he indicated to the Draekon to break the glass above the tree. The Draekon roared in excitement and smashed its tail down onto the glass. With one powerful blow, the dome shattered, glass cracking and splitting all the way down to its foundations. Aerys shielded his eyes as the Draekon dove, its claws outstretched for the trunk of the tree. Aerys could feel his skin splitting and stinging while glass shredded into his exposed skin. He hissed but kept his eyes on the prize, the tree was just about within reach. The Draekon slowed its descent and flexed its large claws.

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.

Weapons, armor, food, and various supplies lined various shelves all along the walls. Every single Drogar in the hall wore blood red robes and incredibly angry faces. Among them was a female Drogar, a little taller and more muscular than all the others. She too had the same robes, but hers was hooded. Mostly to hide her alabaster scales and sensitive pink eyes from everything else around her. An elderly Drogar entered the room and shook his head when he saw them all watching an arena fight. “Colviss,” he said. “You shouldn't be watching that. You didn’t get Reborn Anew just so you could rot your brain on ‘Cast trash.”

Draco traded a flustered glance with Alfos before turning their gazes back to Rodrik. “Could you speak in simple, straightforward terms?” Draco pressed. Rodrik gave a sharp nod. It was a wonder his neck didn’t break in the process. “May the Creator be blessed, my lord,” Rodrik rattled, brown teeth flashing in Draco’s face. “My lord, Edrand Thraegastis Rahl, is your second chance mate…” Draco’s grip on Rodrik’s biceps loosened. He stepped back, shocked. The males in the room slipped into shock and gasps.