Khal Drogo Novels & Stories

Khal's POV "We have to attend this party. “said Stephen. At this point, I don't even know who the Alpha is. I don't want to attend a stupid party and pretend like everything is alright when I am hurting from not having a mate. Who am I? I am Alpha Khal. The Alpha King of the mystic shadow pack and right now I am not feeling very like an Alpha. I have two younger ones (Michael and Caroline). My parents had been murdered by witches over fifteen years ago and left me to take over the pack as a young teenager. I dream everyday of getting my revenge over the murderers but they have remained in the shadows ever since.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

The green one harrumphed loudly. “Not surprised,” he said. “He keeps getting in Savoth’s way. It’s why what we want never happens.” “Yeah, without a doubt. Probably why he defended those Fed invaders, too.” “Paveloth’s a spineless traitor. He should be executed. Weakass apes living life under the dome while we’re roughing it up here.” A tone resounded in the air as the brown Drogar drew his beltknife from its sheath. He waved it in the air and marveled at the sharpness of its edge. He swiped at the air with a SWISH.

Max stepped in front of me, facing Dragon directly, and said, "She will not go with you alone. I am coming too." "Humans are not allowed inside!" Dragon challenged. I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit before finally speaking. I wasn’t afraid of Dragon anymore, but I was worried about him knowing about my children and that they were his. I pushed the thought aside and said impatiently, "Max is coming with me, or I won’t go back!" Dragon did not utter a single word; he left with the wind, dressed in a blue suit matching the color of his eyes. He still exuded strength and had become even more captivating.

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.

The packs howled again, the sound swelling into something primal, courage in its rawest shape. Lisa’s smile twisted. She lifted her hand. The wind coiled like a serpent ready to strike. I braced myself, and then a snarl split the right flank. Every head turned. A lone figure moved through the ranks of rogues, slow, calm, as if the battlefield belonged to him. For a heartbeat, every wolf around me tensed, ready to launch. I stepped forward, teeth bared. “LORENZO.” I snapped. “You fucking dare show yourself in our lands? “

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?"

Castello was a hidden gem in New York. "Boss!" Charlie called out to Jesse from across the floor. She was speaking with someone holding an acoustic guitar. He walked towards them, holding his half-finished bottle of Modelo. "Jesse, this is Benji," Charlie introduced. "He's the lead guitarist and vocalist for Lurgee."

King Sargon horse was finest of royal Akhal Teke breed, Akhal Teke horses are well known for their speed and endurance… We were riding with king horse with speed of wind yet we were slow compare to Draco’s Dragon who was chasing us from behind by splurging his Dragon fires… To avoid Draco King Sargon took a detour from forest which was surrounding prince Edmund castle but that didn’t stopped Draco from chasing us… he not just kept on following us but even started burning all fully grown tree into pile of ashes with his raged filled fire… At that moment I wasn’t sure if I should stop King Sargon and go back with Draco or should I keep quit and let King Sargon safelt take me back to my old Kin

“Sacrificial spices. After your devil of a father had Kara and her mate burned, people said her bird escaped the fire. Now the pack wants its due.” She opened her mouth to continue, but a messenger stepped through the doorway. “You talk too much,” he snapped. “Linus is waiting.” He left as quickly as he came. Moments later, rough hands seized the stretcher beneath me and pushed it forward. The temple doors swung open, and the sound of the drums grew louder. The great hall was packed. Thousands of people sat in neat rows on the floor, legs crossed, heads bowed. Their voices rose together in a low, continuous chant that made the air feel heavy.