Khal Drogo Novels & Stories

-|Khalil|- Well, yesterday was a drag. Karabo got totally wasted and almost got into a fight, if it hadn't been for me he'd probably be black blue right now. But at the end of the day, he is my best friend so I got his back just as he's got mine.

she told him. ​ Achilles looked grateful as he took the book and started reading through the pages. “Is it worth reading into more about King Xaveris’s dragon and abilities?” Achilles asked Helga. She shook her head, “No, I’ve read every material we have available on King Xaveris, maybe try and concentrate on texts about Dhampir’s with familiars though, we don’t have much research available, they are so few and far between,” Helga sighed. ​

They were arrogant and cocky towards her kind. "Reading too many fairy tales?" Drogo snorts. "We are dwindling in number. We have merged together. We aren't exactly picky about which jobs to take. Besides, Paiste isn't known for his peacekeeping ways." Selene eyes Drogo. "Who?" "Do you not know your history?" Drogo questions. "Paiste, the dragon that brought destruction to Celtic villages for vengeance? He is a fire dragon and has quite a temper. He rules our small hive and has quite a vendetta against wolves and vampires. Your witch handed him the perfect revenge on a silver platter-no puns intended." Drogo smiles at his joke.

Chorlett " Who are you! Why did you do this!” Thora asks but the man keeps sitting on a rock in a corner. Looking at the scene bored. " Greetings Thora. " " How have you been?" " How dare you touch my sister. I am fuc*ing going to kill you!" Hades steps forward to attack. To only drop on his knees. As Chorlett speak a mantra. Paralysing his body. Rose rushes towards him screaming. Holding up his head to place it in his lap. Cerberus gets up , placing his hands in his pockets.

Creed explains hopping down the stairs “ Creed one more smart ass remark and you’ll be joining him” “ okay okay” he surrendered We walk over to the cell that has lights on. The rogue is a girl. She looks no older than 15, she has blood stains on her jeans and a few scratches on her arms. Her hair is short and blonde, with bright blue eyes. She looks more terrified than the usually rogue I come across. Walking into the room she shoots her eyes up to me and they widen with fear. She mumbles something in a different language “ Can you speak english?” i asked

Drago says, a menacing grin plastered to his face. "Drago was always meant to be the heir of the Dragons. I'm his underboss. I had a passion for surgery, so I was able to pursue that. We quickly found that my passion became much more useful than originally anticipated." Craig explains. I sit back stunned from their response. If only I had known what Drago looked like. Much like my own mother, his name was famous, but his identity wasn't. Everything begins to sink in. My whole life has been set up like a stupid test. I've just been a pawn in their sick game. Moved around from place to place, only to please them.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

“Oh, I apologize, Alpha Kael.” Stupid. I just stifled a smile and prepared my defense stance when I saw Droco standing up. I have foreseen his next attack, so I squinted my eyes and was about to precede him. “I only want what is the best for my mother. Well, I want to become a chemist if she just gives me the chance to travel to another kingdom.” What the -? “Argh!” I squirmed when I felt Droco’s punch to my face, coldcocking me.

Jaxson sat down with a sketch pad and finished his description of the killer he described. "Is this the guy who you saw kill Rachel?" Jaxson asked showing him the sketch. Ricky shook his head. "No, he's scarier looking than that. His hair isn't neat and he's got a Khal Drogo kind of face." "Khal Drogo?" "Haven't you seen GOT douchebag?" Klaus yanked Ricky's head back, making him pant out in fear. "I'm sorry? What did you just say? You arrogant little fish face."

Lucifer’s older brother is Drogo or Vic, the tattoo artist who has been teaching Lachlan and has done Lock’s tattoos. The Death Kings are one enormous family, literally. I’m proud to be a part of them. I think it’s pride, anyway. It’s not as strong as what I’ve seen Arson feel when he completes a car or when Lachlan finishes a masterpiece he has painted. “Hey Rain,” a girl beside me whispers. “You’re so lucky you get to spend lunch with Coach Malkin. He is such a snack.” “Yeah, and married,” I say with an eye-roll, using a higher pitch than normal to sound more effeminate.