Khal Drogo In Books Novels & Stories

When we are a safe distance from the village, I ask, “What happened to your last roommate?” Voros studies his nails while he casually says, “He had a little accident while we were out hunting.” “Intentional or unintentional?” Voros turns his attention to me. “He shouldn’t have talked shit about K.” “Friendships between dragons and vampires are unusual.” “I am not your typical dragon male.” We walk in silence until we reach a cave. “This leads to a swamp-like area. We will find our cows there.” I pop my neck and get ready to shift.

********** "Our chief will be the first to set foot on the new land." Ragnar had said when we saw a shimmering silhouette, floating in the distance. He is an excellent ally, a great counsellor and a loving brother. If it weren’t for him, I would be dead, me body turning to dust or giving life to the crows and other animals back on our land. If not dead, then I would be drowning in a lake of self-guilt and sorrow or wandering in the dark corridor of me heart, not wanting to get out but to walk forever and find no rest, no light. Me sorrow’s rising to the surface, threatening to overwhelm me.

There is no fight left in me now. “Watch” The word rings out in the air over and over as once more I am bombarded with the images. I watch a life that I never knew I wanted flashes by my eyes. I watch as my brother and I make it safely out of that alley. We spend years as we move from place to place surviving on only what we need until we are approached one day. A safe haven for dragons is offered and we go together.

I had to finish off Drago once and for all. Right here. Right now. Suddenly, Drago swam towards me, his muscular arms slicing the water effortlessly as though he’d never been knocked unconscious. In the near distance, behind Drago’s approaching hideous figure, I glimpsed a coastline. That was my escape plan. I had to find a way to get past Drago and race towards the coastline. Drago stopped about ten feet in front of me. “I… told you… you can… never defeat… me. Now hand… over the… Golden Leaf,” he breathed, moving up and down in rhythm to the ocean’s waves.

Kellie (POV) Mitch is right. It is over and done with. And out of all this, I gained a family. Something I always dreamed about, and it has now come true. According to Mitch Drakkons for which their species is called. Mate for life. I don’t mind that at all. I love him and I want to be with him for the rest of my life. I feel a thrill as he carries me up the stairs to our room. We have a tough time when we are not able to touch or be together. Our hormones seem to go wild and just thinking of my dragon-man makes me wet in my panties.

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

Behind the swaying bead curtains, two men were roughly dragging a woman as they tore the garments from her body. “F*ck! Get your filthy hands off!” Whoever touched the dragon’s nerve had to die! In an instant, Philip’s eyes turned red. He roared out loud, grabbed two glass bottles, and rushed up the stairs! Drogo barely had time to react when he saw a silhouette fly past him. How dare he make a move! I am Drogo Hanks! The man everyone has to greet whenever they see me, but this boy toy just went ahead and took action?

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

“Alpha Drogo. You requested this meeting to address a claim before my council. I’d suggest we proceed to the hall rather than exchange pleasantries in the open.” Drogo’s gaze lingered on Bonita a moment longer before shifting to Kael, something calculating entering his expression. “Straight to business, then. I appreciate efficiency, Alpha Kael, though I confess I expected a warmer welcome for a fellow Alpha come to resolve a matter of blood and lineage.” “You abandoned that blood and lineage in a forest to die,” Kael said flatly. “I extend you the courtesy of a hearing. I wouldn’t mistake that for warmth.”

“He framed you to steal the title.” “Yes,” Drogo said bitterly, his jaw clenching tight. “And that is exactly why I will eventually kill him.” The raw honesty made me feel invincible. He had opened a door to the darkest and most guarded corner of his soul. I needed to push just one step further while the door was still cracked open. “Since we are telling the truth,” I said, fighting to keep my voice perfectly steady. “Tell me about the others.” Drogo frowned with his brow furrowing in confusion. “What others?”