Khal Drogo And Khaleesi Novels & Stories

“Ha. You sure think highly of yourself.” Aiden sneered. “You come from Uleania. You have some nerve to talk smack. Are you looking down on my family, the Westeros Krads?” “The Westeros Krads?” Draig was horrified. He was aware of the family. Still, Draig took a step forward and said coldly, “I don’t care about your family. Snow is my woman. “Hurt her, and I’ll kill you. “Trust me. I will follow through.”

They were arrogant and cocky towards her kind. "Reading too many fairy tales?" Drogo snorts. "We are dwindling in number. We have merged together. We aren't exactly picky about which jobs to take. Besides, Paiste isn't known for his peacekeeping ways." Selene eyes Drogo. "Who?" "Do you not know your history?" Drogo questions. "Paiste, the dragon that brought destruction to Celtic villages for vengeance? He is a fire dragon and has quite a temper. He rules our small hive and has quite a vendetta against wolves and vampires. Your witch handed him the perfect revenge on a silver platter-no puns intended." Drogo smiles at his joke.

She could feel his gaze, like a weight on her shoulders. "So, my dear Danielle, the future Luna of destroyed Selene," Khal said, his voice smooth as silk while he mocked the destruction of kingdom Selene and alpha Cyrus’s inability to be a good leader. "How are you enjoying your stay in my mansion?" Khal was intentionally provoking her knowing she would not be able to keep hearing it without bursting.

The handsome king Arkael stood up, and was about to leave his throne when the old woman took out her hand. She held out an old dirty pouch, and took out a hand full of what looked like dust and blew it onto his face, then drop the rest to the floor. It blew up in smoke, his guards were suddenly holding her down but her voice was loud and threatening when she chanted her words and cursed him to damnation. King Arkael vanished into thin air, and she was decapitated on the spot. *******

Kylie’s Pov As I approach the gathering, a knot of worry tightens in my stomach, not just for Arnold but also for the unspoken tension between Sasha and Frederick. However, any lingering emotions are instantly overshadowed when I see the state Arnold is in. Instinctively, I rushed to him, wrapping my arms around him tighter than I intended. He grunts in pain, and I quickly pull back, concern etched on my face. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?” I inquire with genuine worry. Arnold chuckles, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and he pulls me back into the hug, assuring me he's okay. A sigh of relief escapes me, knowing his alpha abilities will have him fully healed by the next morning.

When I see his face pale I know that he has found it. “The landing pad” I blink when I try to think of where that is. I have never seen it here before. Xander rises from his chair as he looks me in the eyes. “There is one in every clan here. They are all out in the open. We keep robes there and someone cleans each of the landing pads several times a day to prevent our dragons from touching anything. It's the only place cleared for us to take off in flight or to land. We use them everyday” he says immediately.

This must be Orchid. “I told the two of you that you should have chosen me as a mate. All that little whore did was get the two of into trouble.” Chelsea sneers. Fuck, I forgot about her. She is heavily pregnant and has some guy I have never seen standing beside her. I hiss at her and tell her that Dray and I would have never chosen a whore like her as our mate and luna. She growls at me, but the guy tells her not to waste her time and breath. They walk away laughing as if they have won. I look around when I hear a roar. A huge white dragon lands not far from us as Zarlon and many of his warriors come barreling out of the forest. I recognise some of them as Travian’s warriors too.

His fists rested against the edge of the stone table as crimson markers moved along the border lines like drops of blood. Beside him stood his general — a tall, lean warrior named Kaelith. Loyal to the flame, forged in dragonfire. “We’ve held off the northern covens for a decade,” Kaelith said grimly. “But this time, they’ve aligned with the vampires. We can’t push both forces back unless—” “Unless what?” Drakonios snapped. “Unless you return to the skies,” Kaelith said, voice low but steady. “Unless the Omni Draco rises again.”

She said as she gasped for breath “I have done to you what you did onto me with extra bonuses slut” Chaos replied flatly “Who do you even think you are?” “You should have asked that before you started to mess with my mate when I got here. But I will tell you anyway… I am Khione Dava Chaos, 3rd child to King Chaos and heir to his throne.My father is the King of Kings of the underworld and the lord of Lords of all darkness that exists in this realm and the other.