Khal Drogo And Khaleesi Novels & Stories

Ozaiah states. The Alpha King turns to face me, and I grow smaller. He raises his hand his braids catch my attention—the weave of his hair symbolizes the victories he has won. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha and King of Basgiath.…” He begins but narrows as he looks toward Gareth. “What is her name?” he growls, and my brother blurts it out. “I, Khal Drogo, Alpha of the barbarians and King of Basgiath, the unburnt, take Akemi Ravenscar as my human mate.” He dips his hand into a bowl filled with red liquid and marks my forehead.

He knew how to peer into the deepest part of people, as if he were able to read theirs. Then there was Drigo; he was a Black man. It was said he escaped a war from his country and fled to Westeros in a fleeting ship of his own enemies. Drigo had bald hair, beady eyeballs, and faintly pink lips. He was a tall, lean man, but in that brain of his was the map of the whole world. Knowledge that shouldn't be underestimated, so fluent in grammar. His only weapon was the use of words to hurt his enemies.

Drogo became furious as he glared at Kyle because he just hit our mate. I quickly shifted back to my Human form before I lost control of Drogo. "What the fuck?!" I yelled in Kyle's face who just stood there staring at me. "She's a rogue!" Kyle said. "She's my fucking mate " I yelled and I just got more angry, to think that a rogue she-wolf is my fucking mate. "I'm sorry Alpha '' Kyle said, I bent down to examine her and she was still breathing. I picked her up and kicked her backpack over to Kyle. He picked it up and we started leaving the scene.

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.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

Draco muttered. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. “Zara, I don't see Jamie and Theon,” Lia whispered, trembling, and I glanced up to meet Draco's gaze, mustering a little courage that I didn't know I have. “Draco, where are my men? Jamie and Theon." Draco chuckled. “I thought you'd never ask. Theon is right here,” he announced, raising a human head, with blood trickling from it.

Before I could say a word, we both heard footsteps from downstairs, and this got Silva's attention. Seeing he was distracted, I managed to escape from his foot hold. The door burst open, and I was surprised to see Drogo. "What was he doing here, and how did he find me?" I thought to myself. "Alpha," Drogo said with a shocked expression on his face as his gaze met that of Silva. Immediately, he brought out a gun and fired Silva twice, one hitting his chest and the other his leg. Drogo rushed towards Silva, but I stopped it; we needed to leave immediately. It was the wisest thing to do at the moment.

Kheemo and Jheemo stayed alert like me too. FBI Agent Jones and L.A.-based Dark Knight agents updated me of the Olympus Gang’s whereabouts. The Dark Knight agents also reported to me that Black Dragon’s sisters are on their way to Korea, escorted by one of our agents. I’m glad they will finally go to Korea. And I’m glad that they will be escorted to avoid problems. I’m sure JD is excited to see them. Though it won’t be obvious. I chuckled when I remembered JD’s poker face. Though lately, I notice that he’s always happy and smiling. Hmmm… My thoughts are interrupted when Kheemo approaches me. “Yosef-hyung?” He asks.

He sees Drakon sliding past him. Kyros reaches out. He grabs Drakon’s ankle. "If I go," Kyros snarls, his face twisted with hate, "you go!" He yanks. Drakon jerks. My grip on his vest slips. I’m being dragged toward the edge with him. "Let go, Thalia!" Drakon roars. "Let go!" "Never!" I dig my boots into a crack in the pavement. I pull with everything I have. My muscles scream.