Khal Drogo Daenerys Targaryen Novels & Stories

Lady Briseis retorted. “Are you sure it was her?” Lord Stevano asked, his voice laced with panic. “Well she has the same eyes, one blue and one purple, and she bares the dragon mark, she definitely has the ferocity of a dragon,” Lady Briseis gently touched her cheek where Seraphina had slapped her earlier. Lord Stevano was visibly flustered. “We can’t kill her now, if she is the dragon, it will be impossible. You, you daughter, you need to use the Prince to get to her!” “And how, pray tell father am I to do that? She is his fated lover, he wouldn’t even look at me earlier,” Lady Briseis spat her words.

Maybe it was just the fact of her being 'that' person that had been enough to make him feel that way. "Quit it, Johann. Doesn't matter if I do find her attractive, she's engaged already." Johann's eyes widen in shock. "She is!?" he screamed but later became conscious of the sleeping girl beside him. "Yes, I heard the guy's a powerful half-dragon who's been with her since the previous war." "Man, that's tough." His shoulder instantly dropped, his body collapsed into the bed with arms wide open. . lifelessly. An immediate defeat, was it?

The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

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 fair question.” His gaze moved past me toward Zariah. Her shoulders stiffened instantly. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet her.” Every protective instinct I possessed came alive. The man noticed. His amusement deepened. “Interesting.” “I asked a question.” My voice had gone colder. The stranger finally looked back at me. “My name is Victor Hale.” The name meant nothing. Apparently it meant something to Darius. I saw the exact moment recognition appeared on his face. Then came disbelief.

unfortunately I was merely couple of step away from King Sargon when Petro Dragon again laid a hard hit on already broken tower of castle with his long Dragon tail and made entire tower to crumble down like brittle glass…. “KING SARGONnnnnnnn………………..” I screamed on top of my lung Hearing my voice King Sargon turned in my direction… in that fraction of second I saw his orbs turning wide upon seeing me… he gently parted his lips to speak but before he could even breath another air I literally threw my entire body on him and pushed him away with me as far as possible……. All soldiers, guard, commander and royalties were to focus on Dragos that they didn’t even saw me running towards King Sargon…

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.