Khaleesi Iron Throne Novels & Stories

"She has been given a task to complete and only she can complete it. She will journey somewhere only she can go and you must not interfere with her task. Do you understand?" Farah nodded. "I have enlisted the protection of more handmaidens while you are away. You have no need to worry about me, keep your eyes on Alicia." ***** She found herself in the throne room of Urlecit. She had heard stories of the hooded pale faced God, stories that she didn't wish to make queries about. The throne room was a lavish one, vines full of leaves and different sorts of vegetation. They stretched across the silver coated walls where burning Amber's within massive black skulls that held sparkling crystals in

I shake myself from my thoughts and glare at Alarich "I WILL NOT WAKE HIM" My voice thunders through the large throne room. All who reside in it are brought to their knees. Cowering and bowing their heads. I take a sharp inhale and the wave of power leaves them. They are able to return to their previous positions. Another member of my court approaches, I nod allowing her to come forward. Her long green dress, compliments her light brown hair and golden eyes.

He's somehow bad at taking care of himself in a way but he never misses the chance to meet with the family doctor for a check-up almost every month. Why am I even thinking about this right now? Sighing, I shoved the thoughts out of my mind and tried to imagine what could go down in the next few hours. When we arrived at the Blue Dragon’s territory, I couldn't help but stare in amazement. Their manor was about three stories high as white as snow and had many rooms from what I could see, meaning a lot of people lived there. "I wonder how they get to afford all this when they're bankrupt," Vito said and I glanced at him in confusion.

The air reeked of incense and steel, a suffocating mixture of prayer and blood. Thalric Veynor, the duke who had maneuvered kingdoms into ruin, stood at the center of the chamber. His cloak, a deep crimson lined with sable fur, trailed across the flagstones like spilled blood. He had waited for this night—the final gambit of his schemes. His eyes, hard as black glass, were fixed on the throne dais where Serenya Vale, the newly unmasked heiress, now held court.

At the far end, on a dais of black granite, sat the northern heir. She was younger than Eolan had imagined—perhaps his own age—but there was nothing unformed about her. Her hair was a deep, burnished copper, bound at the nape with a clasp shaped like a wolf’s head. Her cloak was white fur, the kind that marked high status, but beneath it she wore plain, close-fitting leather armor. Her eyes were pale, ice-blue, and when they fixed on him, it felt like the air had thinned. The hall quieted as he approached. The heir remained seated, chin resting on one hand.

He looked like he’d been trained his entire life to carry himself as though he were a god. He stopped suddenly, causing me to run into him. “This isn’t your pack.” His blue eyes bored mine. “Don’t try anything rash, your life depends on it.” That was his last warning before he threw the double-lidded door open. On the throne sat a man, huge even on his throne, I couldn't make out his eyes from the distance and I immediately knew… Dalkhan. King of the Rogues. I was before the king of rogues!

"Because every time Salma hit me, I wanted to hit back. Because my mother used to tell me stories about warrior queens, and I wanted to be strong like them." Lady Amara smiled slightly. "The warrior blood runs true." "Commander," Prince Louis called out. "Clear the courtyard. Everyone out. Now." The soldiers and advisors left quickly. Soon it was just the three of us. "Your Highness," Lady Amara said, "if anyone in the city recognizes that mark, we'll have problems. The old families remember. The Temple priests would know what it means." "I know." Prince Louis turned to me. "Do you understand what you are, Khalifa? You're the last heir of the dynasty that ruled before my family took power. I

He’d positioned himself strategically between two packs that I recognized from the map as potential allies. The doors closed, and an ancient wolf with grey hair and weathered features stood at the head of the table. “Welcome, Alphas of the North. I am Elder Tobias, neutral arbiter of this summit.” His eyes swept the room. “We have much to discuss. Including the presence of our… unexpected guest.” All eyes turned to me again. “Aria Silvermoon,” Tobias continued. “Last heir of the royal bloodline. Celestial Wolf. You’ve caused quite a stir in our territories.”

PRISCA’S POV After taking a long, much-needed shower, Sophie and I decided to wind down by watching the final season of *Game of Thrones*. Khaleesi had taken a dark turn, becoming more ruthless, and it was starting to annoy me. "Maybe her dragons should just burn her and turn to Snow," I commented, tossing a handful of popcorn into my mouth. Sophie gasped, still glued to the screen. She was far more addicted to the show than I was. "Girl, don’t even start! Those are her babies. Like, why would they abandon her for that shorty?"

When the door slid open, Adrian’s composure cracked for the first time. Inside the vault: A long table. A chessboard mid‑game. A leather notebook with “Drayke” carved into the spine. Encrypted drives in glass cases. And one old metal safe. Adrian stepped toward the safe like a man approaching a gravestone. “He kept everything here,” Adrian whispered. “All his succession tools. All his backups.” Elias crossed his arms. “Show us the phantom key.” Adrian reached into the inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a small drive…silver, cold, embossed with Drayke’s crest.