Khal Drogo In Books Novels & Stories

Before I could say a word, we both heard footsteps from downstairs, and this got Silva's attention. Seeing he was distracted, I managed to escape from his foot hold. The door burst open, and I was surprised to see Drogo. "What was he doing here, and how did he find me?" I thought to myself. "Alpha," Drogo said with a shocked expression on his face as his gaze met that of Silva. Immediately, he brought out a gun and fired Silva twice, one hitting his chest and the other his leg. Drogo rushed towards Silva, but I stopped it; we needed to leave immediately. It was the wisest thing to do at the moment.

Chapter 61 Jace POV I've been walking to and fro in my hotel room for I don’t know how long. And if only the door can talk on how many times I set my eyes on it, maybe it will scream loudly to my face to stop digging hole on it. I've been waiting for my friends Kyle and Mason, if my computation is correct, they should be here any moment. With fingers’ crossed, I hope and prayed harder that they will bring with them a piece of good news.

It looked like a huge earthen statue in the middle of a barren land. Chloe landed beside Drake while Jucel went to them. The four other Clovers went out of their hiding place. Chloe glanced at Drake and Jucel, and she saw them already sweating out. These two are great Krysts - a Saranian warrior in Jucel's case - but they had a hard time with just one Black Shaol already. She looked back at the shell of the imprisoned Black Shaol. "That was too close," Theo breathed out. "Did we get it?"

Drogo crouched down, clutching himself as he sank to the ground. That served him well in my eyes. Seizing the opportunity, I dashed towards the door. Before I could make my escape, Drogo lashed out, his foot connecting with my ankle, sending me sprawling to the ground. Pain shot through me as I hit the floor. I struggled to rise, but Drogo was already on his feet, blocking the doorway with his imposing frame. "You little bitch!" He spat, his voice laced with venom. "You think you can kick me like that and run away?"

No one ever visited the dark forest. No one. Not even I. King Damian shook his head very slowly trying to let out a laugh to cover up his nervousness, "oh stop it already, "king Damian began. "Stop this mad thinking, Dragons? No one has said that word for thousands of years. Why now? We have too many things to do. Too many disasters to tend for, mysterious magic in the Galatia mountain. A mountain disappeared yesterday. Poof! Vanished and all you can think about is a prophecy that has never been fulfilled and probably will never-"

My whole body felt like it was being crushed. Katherine 's hand came away with black blood and with it she drew something on the floor beside. A rune. I trashed yet again and slanted my eyes to my captor. Angry golden brown eyes locked with mine and that was the last thing I saw before Katherine slammed her bloodied palm unto the rune she'd drawn and called out. "Come forth Draekien!" I roared as pain engulfed my skull but I was soon saved as it all disappeared and I fell into dreamless sleep.

They were CEOs like me, ruling over their subjects like I do to them. Sitting at my right was the CEO of our oil and refinery business, Rohan Shadows. His headquarters was in Dubai. Younger than me by five centuries, he was the best dragon for the job when it came to setting the werewolves on fire because his dragon was always on fire, literally.

In the novel there’s only one person who holds the name Clairmont Rodrogar, and he is Rodrigar the halberdier of Chaos. To make sure I am not mistaken, I asked again. “As I, Rodrigar, Halberdier of Chaos?” Rodrigar nodded. “People usually call me that. But what’s with the questions? You are now finally curious enough to want to know who this dragon you first bumped into?” His remarks were snide. Fair enough, he is arrogant. It’s better than him keeping his silence.

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.

His mind was running faster than it usually did and he couldn’t help but feel as if this new lady knew exactly what she was saying. But then he couldn’t be so sure because like Chaos she had the same blank mask on her face with her eyes dead cold. Taking a deep breath, he asked as calmly as he could. “Who are you?” “Well now that you ask, my name is Kiara Khorne. Cousin to Chaos. That’s as much as you deserve to know. And oh, I’m also the mate of your beta” Kiara answered coldly Whiles everybody’s head snapped towards the said beta who was smiling rather cockily at them. He rolled his eyes when they started hollering at me.