Khal Drogo Novelas e Histórias

“Who?” “Someone from Diego’s past,” Luca replied, his voice tight with urgency. “A ghost from the shadows. His name is Victor Drago.” Rafael’s jaw clenched. The name was all too familiar. Drago was a brutal, calculated man who had worked with Diego during his early days in the underworld. He’d been one of Diego’s most trusted lieutenants, but Rafael had always known there was something dark behind the man’s eyes—something even Diego had feared.

Before I could say a word, we both heard footsteps from downstairs, and this got Silva's attention. Seeing he was distracted, I managed to escape from his foot hold. The door burst open, and I was surprised to see Drogo. "What was he doing here, and how did he find me?" I thought to myself. "Alpha," Drogo said with a shocked expression on his face as his gaze met that of Silva. Immediately, he brought out a gun and fired Silva twice, one hitting his chest and the other his leg. Drogo rushed towards Silva, but I stopped it; we needed to leave immediately. It was the wisest thing to do at the moment.

“She’s Hollow Moon’s heir. If she walks back empty-handed, she won’t make it through the night. You know what Drogo’s after.” Silver flinched. “Drogo?” Her voice scraped raw. Ronan turned, softer now, as if he regretted letting the name slip. “You deserve to know the truth.” He crouched beside her, his storm-grey eyes searching hers. “Drogo Sloan… he wasn’t always this way. He was Hollow Moon once. One of your father’s fiercest warriors. Until he turned to blood magic.” Her stomach twisted. “That’s not possible. My father—”

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.

“Anna Carter, this isn’t Theo Zander’s turf. A b*tch like you causing a ruckus here with your boy toy means you’re blatantly disrespecting me, Drogo Hanks!” Somewhere below the stairs, sitting on a sofa was a man with a square face, triangular eyebrows, and a beard. His expression was dark. This man was Drogo Hanks, the owner of Celestial Club! He was also one of the five most powerful men in the underground world.

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

and I gagged. "And don't expect to hear it ever again. Now, what's bothering you? Is there a bitch we need to drag, or what? If it's Dash, I beg you to please let me have him. I have so much planned for him, so much planned for his broke ass. I will drag him by his two front teeth and feed him his own ba-"

The moment his eyes met mine, I knew whatever he had discovered wasn't something minor. "Dr. Kuntz." "Detective." He looked at me for a moment before glancing around the corridor. "Come with me." I followed him into my office and closed the door behind us. "What happened?" I asked immediately. Hale didn't answer at first, he walked toward the window, folded his arms across his chest and took a deep breath. Then he turned around. "We found Adrian Keller." My heart jumped. "You found him?" Hale's expression didn't change. "Yes." Relief rushed through me for half a second, then I noticed his eyes, there was no relief in them, only something dark. "What happened to him?" He stared at me. "Karma.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju