Khal Drogo Novels & Stories

“Kael, they took him.” Kael’s jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on the distant tree line where Drogo’s retreating forces had already disappeared from sight. “Then we get him back too,” he said. “Whatever it costs. He didn’t buy Mira’s freedom just to be forgotten the moment it was won.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"I cannot end up a one-hit star. You of all people should know that Katherine. Your career blossomed when you were dating that billionaire vlogger. When he dumped you, you were left fending for scraps with amateurs in the industry. I'm sorry I sound so insensitive right now but I don't want that kind of future for myself." Katherine sighed. "I find it very disappointing for you to believe that the bedrock of your career is because Nikolas was there by your side when you were at the bottom. Doria, you are only where you are today because you are beautiful, brave, and hella hardworking. It absolutely has nothing to do with Nikolas. There is a fair chance you will lose plenty when this goes pu

They must be all too weak to even show what they’re feeling inside. Drago stood in a combat stance. For a split second it felt like he’s in a battlefield aiming at some enemies behind the lines. He pulled the rifle’s trigger, first to the prisoner on the extreme left and the next and the next in quick succession. The few soldiers in attendance wouldn’t have missed each victim’s final fall even if they blink. Drago’s known for his streak shooting. ***

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

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

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?"

I whined, my teeth chattering. "You are the strongest werewolf in the history of the Blood Moon Pack. You are a rare hybrid. My name is Zoe. Your Dragon-Vampire beast from the Moon goddess. We can kill Dracula the Demon King and his whole demons, but I'm caged at the moment!" I heard the voice again. It sounded hopeless. "Get off that cage, then let's destroy that devil!" I yelled but heard no voice again. "Zoe! Zoe!" I screamed at the top of my voice, but there was nothing but dead silence.

The whole scene left me feeling useless but at the same time, amazed at how they were able to do such unique tactics. “Hey, newcomer, if you will only watch, how can you defeat Nero? Nero killed three trolls all by himself. Now, if you want to kill him. You need to train.” She paused then she leans forward and whispered. “You are the most weakest half-blood that I've ever met.” Part 2 : https://m.f******k.com/story.php?story_fbid=2535160693397810&id=10

His sword hung at his hip, gleaming wickedly even in the soft morning light. He looked every inch the king he was. Fierce. Unyielding. Yet when his eyes found me, there was nothing cold or distant in them. Only a quiet softness reserved for me alone. "I have something for you," Alexandro said, his voice a low rumble. He crossed the room, reaching into a leather satchel and pulling out a folded bundle of deep grey fabric. I watched, heart pounding, as he unfolded it carefully. It was a cloak—thick, warm, and finely crafted, dyed the deep silver-grey of the Blood Moon colors.

"You can't defeat us, Khalid. We are too powerful for you." Khalid gritted his teeth, refusing to give up. He knew that he had to find a way to stop Lady Isadora and the dragon before they caused any more damage. As the dragon soared into the sky, Khalid jumped onto its tail, holding on for dear life. He clung on as the dragon looped and spiraled through the air, its powerful wings beating against the wind. Khalid drew his sword once again and swung it with all his might, aiming for the dragon's wings. But the dragon was too fast, and Khalid's sword missed its mark.