Khaleesi Iron Throne Novels & Stories

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”

She could feel his gaze, like a weight on her shoulders. "So, my dear Danielle, the future Luna of destroyed Selene," Khal said, his voice smooth as silk while he mocked the destruction of kingdom Selene and alpha Cyrus’s inability to be a good leader. "How are you enjoying your stay in my mansion?" Khal was intentionally provoking her knowing she would not be able to keep hearing it without bursting.

A large circular window behind the throne opened directly to the moon, allowing the silver glow of the Blood Moon to spill into the room like water. The floor beneath the thrones was polished marble, white with delicate gold lines, reflecting the moonlight beautifully. Intricate symbols of the Veylra tribe were engraved around the room: spirals, crescent moons, and the ancient mark of eternal blood. At the center of the chamber sat a pair of thrones, carved from lunar oak, a mythical pale wood known for its soft but supernatural shine. The cushions were deep red velvet, embroidered with golden vines. Upon the left throne sat Dark Lord Kaelith, a tall man whose silver hair fell to his shoulde

The crown upon his head is a dark, jagged metal that looks like metal dragon claws curled around his temples. But it’s his eyes that unsettle me the most as I approach closer. They are not human. Not entirely. They are slitted like a dragon’s, watching me with a burning curiosity that makes my skin prickle with heat. I will not let him see my fear. The soldier shoves me down on my knees before him. “Before you is Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion,” the soldier announces. “Dethroned princess of Velmira, offered as your Queen tribute.”

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

' he internally screamed. "You were lying, I saw what you did earlier. Tch. Anyway, that's the reason I use my left hand. The sensation will stay for a while, but it won't affect your movement that much. It's already night anyway. It'll disappear tomorrow." she responded, completely ignoring the reaction he did just now due to the gesture she just executed. "But how —" "Have you heard of familiars? This," she pointed at a strange-looking brooch on her chest. It is an emerald stone embraced by a golden dragonfly. ". . is one."

The First King’s sigil. She set it on the nearest table, flipping through pages until she found what she was looking for. “Here.” Elior stepped closer, the others gathering around as Myrra read aloud. “To break the Throne is to break the Balance. The Chains of the Veil will shatter, and the Dark One shall rise again.” Silence. Elior’s pulse quickened. The Dark One. He didn’t need to say it. They all knew the name Erythos.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

Two thrones waited there: one of blackwood, carved with curling designs that might have been vines or chains, and the other smaller, draped in scarlet silk that spilled onto the steps like blood. Her throat tightened. Kael stopped before the larger throne. “You’ll stand here,” he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “And if I don’t?” The words were out before she could stop them. His gaze moved to her slowly, like a blade being drawn. “Then you’ll stand somewhere else.” He paused just long enough to let her feel the weight of it. “With sharper teeth.” She lifted her chin just a fraction — enough to say she’d heard him, enough to say she wouldn’t break here in front of these p

In his right eyes, it's glint with amused by her stunt. "You need the cursed people to worked on the ritual, everyone on this land are cursed yet you put on target on me, no matter what reason, you'd be happy to get this one. Her existence with the cursed are align, and from information given by 'the eyes', her every blood make a perfect ritual, any rituals. She is the fallen darkness as the rumour has spread. Keep her and our debt are done?." Kaylene for sure didn't understand what she was trying to say, however the last part wasn't good to hear. She struggles even more, though her energy dripping so low that all she managed were pulling down, trying to escape from Lissa's grab, but to no a