Khal Drogo From Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

“Before that, I want to have a taste of her for the last time...” I freeze. “...She's a whore after all.” Drogo snarls and I see red. I lunge at him without thinking, my fingers wrapping around his throat and slams him against the wall. Blood streams down his nose but he merely chuckles, even as my claws dig into the skin of his neck. “How dare you call her that?!” He grins, revealing his blood stained teeth. “Are you ashamed of her?” Drogo growls weakly in my head as he nearly surfaces.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

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.

Mother Goddess- My child is ready to take her place among the corners but it is not my place to give her the throne of the dark-lings, that right is of her fathers who has yet to come to me. Drago is a man of mystery and his many centuries as a feral beast have changes his mind and heart to stone, only allowing his beloved daughter and grandsons in. “I no you’re here” he says from his place at the plush chair in front of the fireplace.

He had sliced through the black knight with such speed that Theo just collapsed dead on the sand. For a while the crowd died in silence in disbelief. Then they cheered. The boy dropped on one knee infront of the king "Your Highness "Boy" Dorian said "state your name" "Cleos" he said "Altar Cleos. From Dragon Isle" 'Dragon Isle?' Diego thought. Dragon isle was common to find fire nature users, but in Altars fight he displayed no fire styles at all. "Altar Cleos..." the king spoke up "youve defeated the captain of my Dornish men...."

he said. “I need to see Drogo, I've got a business I need to be executed without a chance of error.” “Follow me,” he said. I followed them into the room. I'd thought it was a room but it seemed each door led to a different space. There he stood, arms folded against one another. He looked like a forgotten rogue, his face missing a speck of emotion. He was the definition of kill or be killed. “What brings you here,” Drogo said to me.

Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons. Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream

Draco traded a flustered glance with Alfos before turning their gazes back to Rodrik. "Could you speak in simple, straightforward terms?" Draco pressed. Rodrik gave a sharp nod. It was a wonder his neck didn't break in the process. "May the Creator be blessed, my lord," Rodrik rattled, brown teeth flashing in Draco's face. "My lord, Edrand Thraegastis Rahl, is your second chance mate..." Draco's grip on Rodrik's biceps loosened. He stepped back, shocked. The males in the room slipped into shock and gasps. TBC.

"Now I want you to really think about what you are going to do, because that was my last warning. I will not tolerate your insolence. Do you want him to die?" I shake my head, my voice low and broken. "Please don't hurt him, I'll obey." he runs his fingers down the side of my face gently, wiping away the tears. "That's a good girl, if you eat this porridge I have bright, I'll unchain you. How about that?" "who are you?" I whisper, looking into his green eyes. he smells like a rogue, but also not like a rogue. It was confusing. "I'm Drax stone. The leader of the rogues, their alpha as some say." He says with pride, "I have allowed myself to build the biggest army that any pack has even seen w

Everything I need to become the Dragon King’s surrogate is here: A new birth certificate, a fake lineage line, and a fake certificate of noble blood to boot- the most important one I need. “Yes, they are all there,” He smirks before leaning back in his chair. “Did you bring the money?” I nod, reaching beside me into my knapsack and pulling out the largest wad of cash I have ever held. I’m not proud of how I got this, but I am out of options, and sometimes, you must beg, kill, or steal when you are on your last prayer…. and it’s not being answered. I just hope this is all worth it….