Khal Drogo Daenerys Targaryen Novels & Stories

he turned to his men and signaled them to get me. I shook my head. “Hear me out please…” I screamed, but the men grabbed me up. “It was Kiah who ordered me to not show up…” I added, but it seemed I was talking to myself. The men dragged me past Tyrion, who couldn't even lift his face to glance at me, but I noticed a liquid rush down his cheeks, and he wiped them off instantly. Why are they doing this even after Prince Kelvin showed up as my boyfriend? Is it because he's far from me? I can't even reach him for my rescue, then how will he know about all these?

“You will get hurt in sleep,” She said like it was obvious. He looked offended in the most unexpected way. “It’s just a scratch. You are overreacting. You are not sleeping on the couch.” “Scratch can be lethal too." She argued. “Khal Drogo died from a scratch. He was the strongest one.” Louis blinked. “Khal who?” Lisa stared at him. “Character from Game of Thrones. Don’t tell me you don’t know GOT.” He scoffed. “You think I have time to watch that?”

In my past life, Draken Vorgath—clan leader of the dragons—had been cold and aloof, and he'd never laid a hand on Arya. Still, I would try talking to him and asking for an heir. As long as I conceived, it wouldn't matter if he loathed sharing my bed again. If he refused… I bit my lips as my fingers brushed the pills I'd readied, hidden in my sleeves. One way or another, I would carry his heir, even if I had to drug him. As the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and Draken walked in. My breath caught. No one had warned me how striking he was!

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

Diego began "I am Princess of Theronia. Daughter of king Zikhali Reed. Diego Reed" Altar gasped. There was a silence for a while and Altar bit on the apple in disbelief. "You're a princess?" Altar said. Diego nodded. "You'll have to forgive my illiteracy. I dont pay attention to alot of things....but wow, you know youre the second princess i met by the way. What are you doing in Dorne so far from home?" "I was abducted by the Dornish" Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits."

I was supposed to be doing this with Morris but apparently his alpha duties have increased with the new changes to law. “First venue is just up ahead,” Kelly says, shifting Daenerys to his other arm. She coos and grabs his beard. He winces. “Your daughter has an iron grip.” I laugh. “She gets it from me.” “I don’t doubt that for a second.” We walk beneath tall stone archways draped in climbing vines. The palace grounds stretch on endlessly, manicured gardens glistening under the afternoon sun. But nothing prepares me for the clearing that opens before us.

Daemon began to recount the long story, and I listened intently to every word, "You know that the Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack has a daughter, 'Daenerys,' and her mate was supposed to be her cousin, Kaos. But what happened?" I asked in astonishment, "What happened?" He continued, "Overnight, the daughter of the leader and Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack ran away with the leader of the Black Mountain Pack, known as 'Kazius.' Her father managed to bring her back, but discovered today that she had given birth to Kazius's child. Today, Daenerys gave birth to her first daughter from Kazius of the Black Mountain Pack after their escape and pursuit."

"I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out. "When I was a lad I fo

“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.”