Khal Drogo Daenerys Targaryen Novels & Stories

He was frowning at Lord Vasilis. "Aye Lord Vas, seeing as the lady is blood of thy blood, i doth not bethink thy compulsion wouldst work on her."Zephyros said. "My liege--"A dark haired elf that stood behind Lord Vas started. "Quiet blithering fool!"Lord Vas said and the male fell quiet but I noticed the tick in his jaw. The hall went silent as well, the only sound was that of Darius running across to meet his mother and a little girl who looked identical to him on the dias. All three of them had hair of black and blue.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

JD asks on the phone. “Oppa! Do you know this man?” Mythi says and turns her phone’s camera on the man so JD can see him. “Yes. He’s a Dark Knight agent too. I asked them to guard and protect you while we’re waiting for you to follow me here in Korea.” JD confirms. “Black Dragon, you have suspicious sisters. They don’t believe me and threatens to fight me.” The man says to JD with a smile. “I’m sorry, Blue. That’s my fault. I raised them like that.” JD tells Blue and chuckles.

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.”

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

“Now it would be Nick.” “Charlotte and Jessica can block the stairway with magic,” Malachi said and I nodded. “I’ll be in my cloak,” Kiran said and Adara shot him a glare. “No fire, I promise. I’m never going back to Helheim.” “How many guns do you have in the house?” Malachi asked and Charlotte started to laugh. “Nine in the house and seventeen in the forest,” I said and he shook his head as he chuckled. “I guess I’ll take a gun or two,” Malachi said.

Kaliyah, Rheagal, Brenna, and Kenna were quick to join the king downstairs to where the dragon was. It was the first time Kenna saw a dragon from up close, her fists clenched in anger. The magnificence of the dragon was not hidden, the scales were big and somewhat scary and it had a shiny appeal. She couldn’t believe Kaliyah was the one going to live the life she wanted.

I walked away while he was confused. “Nirvana, what girlfriend are you talking about?” This time, he managed to hold my arm before I could bolt out. “How would I know? Maybe your number eight, or is it twelve?” I shot him a death glare. “I don’t date. I don’t have a girlfriend. What does she look like?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know. Daenerys Targaryen?” “Huh.” A slight curve appeared on his lips, his eyes dancing with humor. “Tall, gray eyes, silver blonde hair, looks like a princess?”

She drank de Descendants of the ancient kings and queens of Qarth, the Pureborn commanded the Civic Guard and the fleet of ornate galleys that ruled the straits between the seas. Daenerys Targaryen had wanted that fleet, or part of it, and some of their soldiers as well. She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron

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.