Khaleesi Iron Throne Novels & Stories

"What you're holding is part of the wedding gifts Her Majesty the empress has prepared for Ms. Giselle. Her Majesty made it clear that no one other than Ms. Giselle is to touch these things. Please put the pearl back and don't make things difficult for us." She rolled her eyes at him. "All of this will eventually end up in Mo's manor—I'm just looking at them a little earlier than planned! What's the big deal?" I wasn't in a hurry to get the pearl back. Instead, I asked the chamberlain, "Did Her Majesty mention what would happen if someone else touched these things?" "Yes, she did. She said that whoever tried to steal the gifts would immediately be thrown behind bars and punished." I tilted m

The other six chairs surrounding it were already occupied. "Alpha Ciaran," said a dry, feminine voice. It was Amyra, the vampire queen. Her cold and calculating red eyes locked onto mine with amusement. "Countess Amyra." I bowed my head slightly, taking a seat at the table. Across from me, Zolaiah grunted in acknowledgement. The ogre king didn’t like formalities. His tusks jutted out from chapped lips, and his enormous bulk made his chair creak under him. "Let us begin," Rune Elarion, Princess Regent of the Bleeding Throne, said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.

Chapter one hundred and fifty two Kaida’s POV “Veyra wanted to create her own bloodline just like we have the Kaelith’s bloodline, but the council of elders refused because they knew how cruel she was,” Elder Martins began with. I knew that the lecture he had for us would last for long and I was in. Alpha Kellan wasn’t seated on the throne but next to me. The head of security was also here with us. Alpha Kellan had ordered for Beta Tobias to be brought and Elder Martins was done with the cleansing. Alpha Kellan and I slept like Elder Martins asked us to.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

CREATURE ACTIVITY REPORTED REPORT SUSPICIOUS INDIVIDUALS PROTECT HUMANITY My lips press into a thin line. Protect humanity. From us. From creatures who ruled this earth long before humans learned how to wield fire and metal and fear as weapons. The irony would be amusing if it weren’t so tragic. My fingers drift instinctively to the pendant resting against my chest beneath my clothing. The cold iron presses into my skin, its presence both suffocating and necessary. Iron suppresses what I am. Iron hides me. Iron saves me.

He was expecting me to walk back into his shadow. I didn't move.. Jaxon, my little brother let out a laugh. It sounded like breaking glass. "'Come here'?" Jaxon said. His eyes were glowing a purple color. "Kaelen, did this guy just tell a Princess to 'come here'?" Kaelen's face didn't change. "He did. It seems like the Northern wolves have forgotten their history. They've become bold in their homes." Caspian's face turned red with anger. "I am Alpha Caspian of the Iron-Claw. I am the leader of the Northern Reach. I don't care how big you are. She is my mate by agreement.. She has done something bad to my family."

At the end of the room are two large seats on a higher ground with few steps to reach them, one slightly larger than the other. Thrones. The larger one looks to be made from pure gold with the female head carved at the top, the arm carved to look like an actual hand and diamonds are arranged artistically on it. The second chair is the same, only slightly smaller and shiny silver. I make a mental note to ask what the female head means, although I'm guessing her to be their goddess, or our goddess now. This whole new life is so hard to adjust to.

The arms were made of silver on the white throne, of wrought iron on the black. Randey couldn’t keep himself from gaping. He recalled his parents telling him they had once visited the Throne Room, but he had been too young to appreciate what they had described. Their words could not do it justice. Particularly the fact that beyond the thrones, on either side of the immense back wall, were a pair of huge rounded openings, leading into darkness. As was the prevalent theme, one had black stones around the edge and the other white, matching the thrones they flanked. Randey swallowed as he realized what they were for. They stopped at a motion from Captain Cyros while Randey continued to stare. He

Kaltain Leiya The familiar walls of the Kaltain castle , the place I had grown to call home, brought tears of joy to my eyes. Helion had to make two more trips after taking Xerian away. He first took Nayla and I, before going back to get Kamael and Cizer. He could only transport himself with two other people.