Khaleesi Jorah Novels & Stories

She made the traditional sacrifice in the Temple of Memory, offered the traditional bribe to the Keeper of the Long List, sent the traditional persimmon to the Opener of the Door, and finally received the traditional blue silk slippers summoning her to the Hall of a Thousand Thron The drapes kept out the dust and heat of the streets, but they could not keep out disappointment. Dany climbed inside wearily, glad for the refuge from the sea of Qartheen eyes. "Make way," Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons.

A pulse of power swept from her palm, slamming into the shadows like a tidal wave. A lone figure stumbled out of the smoke cloaked in royal silver armor. Kael shifted back, his voice a growl. “Who are you?” The soldier fell to one knee, breathing hard. “I am Emissary Jorah. I come with a message… from the Alpha King.” Kael and Rylan growled in unison. But Aria stepped forward. “Let him speak.” Jorah raised his head. His eyes widened when he saw her. “You… You’re the heir.”

Aileen replied, almost whispering to the wind. "I see." The lady with red hair and gray eyes, like Scheriziel, smiled wickedly. The lady smiled because she smelled something interesting about the girl in front of her. "Anyway, let me introduce myself. It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies, especially you," she added and stared at Aileen. She cleared her throat and resumed, "I'm Khaleesi." "The pleasure is mine. My name is Ai- I mean Scheriziel. And this is my trusted friend Athena." The queen was nervous and had almost slipped her real name.

"The Pureborn refused you?" "As you said they would. Come, sit, give me your counsel." Dany drew him down to the cushions beside her, and Jhiqui brought them a bowl of purple olives and onions drowned in wine. "You will get no help in this city, Khaleesi." Ser Jorah took an onion between thumb and forefinger. "Each day I am more convinced of that than the day before. The Pureborn see no farther than the walls of Qarth, and Xaro . . . "

Wolves abandoned by Crescent had nowhere else to go, and Hale gave them purpose again. He entered the clearing where they waited. A few lifted their heads at his approach, their eyes gleaming in the gloom. Scarred, hungry, restless—they were not the polished soldiers Crescent trained, but Hale preferred them this way. The castoffs, the ones who had nothing to lose. The ones who could be shaped into something Crescent would not see coming. “Report,” he ordered. Jorah, his second, stepped forward. A tall brute with a twisted scar along his jaw, Jorah bowed his head slightly. “The scouts confirm movement along the eastern path. Cael has taken to watching Liora closely. He suspects.”

She screamed and instantly her body turned into a pile of ashes. After traveling through the rough terrain and meeting that annoying witch, I arrived at Glaze. The atmosphere was bustling. Several healers and blacksmiths were gathered around, walking around like they were talking about something. It seemed like the atmosphere here was chaotic but I didn't see any troops on guard. Then someone called out to me from behind the crowd. "Jenna!" I turned around. Kingsleigh was calling me from the gate. He waved his hand at me and rushed over. He hugged me tightly.

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

The priestess said, waving us into the house. The house was beautiful, it reminds me of the pack house in crestfall. The living room, filled with children running around and mothers yelling at them to be careful. They all stopped, some giggling as we passed them and we went into what seem to be the meeting room. We took our seats and Elijah wasted no time in telling them what we're here for. "We need your help, Hilda" Elijah said placing his hand on the table and the priestess nodded. "The rogue Kings son has been attacking packs and is getting more warriors. This could affect you too when a war breaks out" Elijah told the priestess and she sighed bw leaning back on her chair.

Dark Lord Khor I did not know why she was here, but I was not very pleased when she arrived. She looked injured, and I was not running a god-forsaken hospital around here. This was not my job. However, given our agreement and circumstances, I knew I had to at least try to play nice, play the game, and set the stage. We were getting close, so close I could taste it. Patience Khor, patience, all good things come to him who waits, I reminded myself. “So…. you have come to me????!!! Are you not supposed to be the most powerful being in the universe dear????!!!! What do you possibly think I can do for you???”, I asked, looking at her injured body. Not for one minute did I believe the lies she was

How come. "T-That's..." Master Froilan stuttered. Even Master Hunn and Teacher Eric looked shock. Only Princess Zillah, Prince Ciaran and the four members of the Clover were not surprised at all. Prince Ciaran clenched his jaws. "Master Xeinmi is right." His cold emerald eyes turned to his mother. "That's Chloe Rein, Bellatrix of Orion." Neptos, Jucel, Jared, Zabdiel, Blaise, and Clive were silently watching the scene unfold. A ghost of smile appeared on Barbie as she and Chloe locked eyes. Chloe didn't show any emotion.