Khal Drogo Novelas e Histórias

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

“I took a different route just in case Antoh was on our tail. Since we’d already decided to stay in a motel, I didn’t think it would matter.” “It was actually very clever of you, my Chloe,” he said with a smile. “What is your full name?” she asked. “My name is Tristan,” he said with confusion. “I know that, but is that all there is to your name?” she asked. “Surface humans have at least two names to identify them. My name is Chloe Kensington. Chloe identifies me, and Kensington identifies the family I belong to.” “I see,” Tristan said thoughtfully. “We do things similar in Manthella. Tristan identifies me and Dragonas is the name of my family or clan. When I sign something, it is with Tr

He was none other than the Horizon Peak’s Academy initiate who had appeared during the sparring matches. “I never expected you to recognize me. All the more reason for I, Drogo Rogers, to kill you!” Drogo did not only expect Zephyr to recognize him, but also did not expect him to dodge his attack. His movement did not slow one bit as he spoke. Instead became even faster as his expression turned more twisted.

Duke Mortus The cobbled stones hit the carriage’s wooden wheels firmly. Black stallions reared their ugly heads as my coachman whipped them to hurry down the winding path. The road to the castle was filled with rough terrains. The previous King, Drago, did not care to maintain the roads to his castle because he did not want an audience at all. He was a bloody tyrant. My family hated him and everyone else in the parliament. They craved to rule the entire nation with an iron fist, take what they wanted, take on female vampires as concubines until he found his fresh new rose he saw in the Moon Kingdom some twenty-odd years ago.

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.

I take in everything at once. My brothers and their mates surround Drakon. He's actually hissing and lunging at each of them in turn. Roxy's face is covered in blood but she's up and ready to kill him. I catch her eye and almost throw the halberd her way. I meet Acasia's gaze and without another thought toss her the halberd. In one motion she catches it and swings.

The guard's voice drifted into my ears making me remove my hands from my eyes to see who he was talking to. "Huh?" I froze seeing the figure in my front, it was Alpha Kyle, the last person I had expected to be here. Was he here to make things hard for me again? I just couldn't understand what was going on and could only stare blankly. "What do you think you are doing?" Alpha Kyle growled as he stared at me. "Kneel!" Immediately, I felt an invisible pressure pressing down on me forcing me to my knees. Even though he was staring directly at me, I didn't dare to look straight into his eyes. I knew I might be whipped again if I did that. So to prevent such from happening, I had to avoid looking

Kai stood half a step behind him and to the right, dressed in dark tactical clothing, armed to the teeth and radiating pure lethal intent. Viktor Drago arrived by speedboat with six heavily armed men. He was tall, sharp-featured, in his mid-forties, with the calm confidence of someone who had never lost a war. His eyes flicked over Leo with open interest. “Marco Moretti’s son,” Viktor said with a slight smile as he stepped aboard. “The bloodline we’ve waited years to claim. You look like him.” “And you look like a man who thinks he can collect on something that was never owed,” Leo replied coolly.

We didn't even make it past the wooden gates when three massive guards immediately stepped into the dirt road, aiming silver crossbows directly at our windshield. My driver slammed on the brakes, throwing me hard against my seatbelt and before Dane could even unclip his weapon, the crowd of guards parted and a towering yet terrifying shadow stepped forward.. Drogo. He didn't look like a man welcoming his nephew for a friendly chat. He looked like a literal god of war. He was completely shirtless with his broad chest covered in scars and fresh dirt. Was he gardening or something? I refused to think about it. His dark eyes locked onto my car, flashing a blinding and murderous gold that made t

Drykator readied himself for his descent, he turned to Drago who had just fixed his mini crossbow to his right arm and was slipping the bolt into place and ensuring the wire was connected correctly. “I’m going down to DV, Drago you get that dragon down!” Drykator barked beginning to bounce from one foot to the other, his legs shook violently with fear, he had never tried anything so dangerous, but he knew deep down it was what had to be done. “The Great Divine Victory needs us,” he rallied.