Khal Drogo Book Novels & Stories

At least, this will help in keeping me busy until the day I find a way that can help me out. I picked the book, going through the prologue and a little preview that was written in the back of the book. The authors name wait Mirabella and I am sure that I have heard the name from Rebecca once or twice, rather. I am just not sure why Rebecca mentioned the name and due to this Dronagola, I can’t even recall most of the things that happened in the past. “Damn, you Alpha Theodore.” I uttered in a low tone, to avoid anyone hearing me.

“Alpha Drogo. You requested this meeting to address a claim before my council. I’d suggest we proceed to the hall rather than exchange pleasantries in the open.” Drogo’s gaze lingered on Bonita a moment longer before shifting to Kael, something calculating entering his expression. “Straight to business, then. I appreciate efficiency, Alpha Kael, though I confess I expected a warmer welcome for a fellow Alpha come to resolve a matter of blood and lineage.” “You abandoned that blood and lineage in a forest to die,” Kael said flatly. “I extend you the courtesy of a hearing. I wouldn’t mistake that for warmth.”

In two days they would set sail from the Sea dog packs Island to the second continent in search of an Alpha named Vargr, in a faraway kingdom of Bhakhil. As soon as we asked Finnegan if he had ever heard of Vargr, he didn’t hesitate to supply us with the information and his kingdom. Telling us that Orion’s bitch was the first daughter of this Alpha Vargr and he was just as murderous as Orion. He also said if that’s where Kellen was, then he would pray he was still alive and Vargr hadn’t ended his life, or that he wouldn’t lose his life to the Gladiator games. Kellen meant so much to my little wolf, that I had begun to worry for the wolf king too. I was not a fan of him at first but knowing w

Thank you for reading Lorenzo's story. I hope that you have enjoyed it. Please note, from this point forward, it is Dario's story. Similar trigger warnings are still in place for this book. As well as, the following. Focus on mentally unstable man. Talk of child abuse. Miscarriage scene. There is also graphic torture detail, and some scenes of BDSM within it. This book features someone who has a lot of mental health issues caused by his childhood. This is the final story within the series. It is shorter than the others as 90% of their relationship is within the past, and not seen as a commitment.

For these few hours, I allowed myself the rare luxury of feeling like an ordinary woman loved by an ordinary man, far removed from thrones and executions. “I spent my entire life preparing for battlefields,” Drogo said, staring up at the canvas ceiling in the quiet tent. “I learned how to anticipate troop movements and supply line disruptions. I never learned how to anticipate this.” “Anticipate what?” I asked, tracing a faded scar over his ribs. “The way my chest tightens every time you walk out of my sight,” Drogo confessed, his voice rough and unguarded. “The way I am willing to burn down the entire northern territory just to ensure you wake up tomorrow.”

Flavius's rough hand caresses mine as we make our way through the mountain to the tomb where my brother rests. As we walk through the halls, horde members pass by respectfully bowing their heads at me. They acknowledge and respect me as chieftain, but I cannot say the same about Flavius. Dragon slayers have long been the enemy of dragons. Welcoming one into the heart of our home is far from safe in the minds of my horde members. Had Flavius not been my mate, I would have felt the same. I watch as Flavius sends a sideways glance at some of the passing members. He lets out an exhausted sigh once again, pointing his face forward.

The soldiers dropped to their knees, the captives quieted, and the dragons returned and took up a position around the village. Evrah inched closer, putting her face against the wood, trying to see what had caused everything to stop. A deep voice spoke. The kind that caresses flesh, as it slowly spreads poison against the skin. Smooth and venomous. Evrah could not see the body the voice belonged to, but his words found her ears just fine. “Where is she?” the voice demanded.

I had to finish off Drago once and for all. Right here. Right now. Suddenly, Drago swam towards me, his muscular arms slicing the water effortlessly as though he’d never been knocked unconscious. In the near distance, behind Drago’s approaching hideous figure, I glimpsed a coastline. That was my escape plan. I had to find a way to get past Drago and race towards the coastline. Drago stopped about ten feet in front of me. “I… told you… you can… never defeat… me. Now hand… over the… Golden Leaf,” he breathed, moving up and down in rhythm to the ocean’s waves.

Cleopoda ran hastily down the hall, her legs barely touched the ground as she ran. She feared that one of the people in the library knew she had been there and may come for her. Tears threatened to blind her as she went. Who would believe that Uncle Angus took so many years to plan his own brother's downfall? The same Uncle Angus who loved her when no one else did, the same one who brother food to her when she was younger, the same one who risked war with an enemy nation to see that she was brought back home. How can the man in the library be the same Uncle Angus?

Daito stared back at Drom, "Then do this with me first, and I will fight with you to the very end!" "Without your power?" "I won't loose my power right away! It'll take a while for my power to escape me, and before it does I will help you fight," "Who told you that..." "The same people that told you to bring the Book and the dagger to me..." There was brief moment of silence before any of them spoke. Drom swallowed bitterly the looked Daito dead into his pupils, “Okay fine, but don't do this with any regrets,” Daito run the blade through his palm, handing over the dagger to Drom who did the same, they both put their hands over the thirteenth page, as their blood blended and browsed across th