Khaleesi Jorah Novels & Stories

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

Jorah shouted, raising his sword. “He didn't steal anything! He chose me! I am his Luna! I bore him his Heir!” The small woman finally mustered her voice and managed to say, "Stop! Please! He. he did not steal anything from me! I did not want it!" I paused, looking at her and then again at Jorah.

He hurriedly takes the travelling box away from Ruby, who releases it freely to him. Meanwhile, Alexandra glares at him silently, without uttering a word. Once he is out of sight, she turns to Ruby. "K.J. you are looking great!" Alexandra compliments. K.J is the abbreviation of Ruby's native name. Which is Khadijat. Khadijat is Alexandra's paternal cousin. She is the only daughter of her father's younger sister, who is married to a Yoruba man. Ruby is Alexandra's closest cousin. She literally tells her everything. Although they only hooked up during holidays. But the bond was still there.

4 Claire was a bubbly cheerful girl. Since her parents weren’t around at the moment, the house was filled with constant laughers. I excused myself when Sebastian and Claire started staring at each other like they wanted to eat each other’s face and I wasn’t in for something X-rated.

He walks beside me with his hand still enclosing mine so warmly, and the feeling of his strong, calloused fingers pressed against my softer ones offers me a strange comfort and a reminder of the immense power I am aligning myself with. Despite everyone's eyes still on us as we glide down the aisle, I hold my head high and match every stride Azraelyrs makes as we keep moving forward. I am Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, soon to be Queen of Drakarith, and no one will see me shivering like a fowl lost in the rain. We pass between two statues I quickly remember I had seen back in the Bahadrí. Orios and Aerizadum.

What he told me made me think of him as a merciful leader, not a cruel one. I decided to keep my eyes wide open all the time, just to ensure my safety even though nobody here made me feel in danger in the least way. I brushed each negative thought away and descended the stairs, making my way to the kitchen. “Good morning,” Xander said with a smile on his face. There was somebody else with him. Were all men in this pack this attractive? “This is Jorah, my beta,” he introduced him. “Jorah, this is Priya.”

Her aura pulses, a black star that drinks the light, and my claws tighten on the blade, its runes flickering, whispering of a heart yet to claim. “You’re the sin,” I snarl, wings struggling to flare, lunar light sputtering, the blade raised. “Voren was your puppet, and now you want my world!” My voice carries Jorah’s defiance, but my heart falters, Elara’s memory—You’re enough, my bridge—clashing with Klythe’s gaze, her eyes a mirror of the Veil’s chaos. Cassia’s faint breath in Renn’s arms anchors me, her survival a vow I won’t betray.

Then he slid down the wall on the other side of the door and sat too, close enough for company, far enough for peace, and pulled out his phone, and started, in the low competent murmur of the only person on earth I fully trusted, the work of finding out where Isaiah Crowe had run. "For what it's worth," Darius said, some time later, into the dark, "the kid asked about her again. Little J. Doped up to his eyeballs, arm in a sling, and the first coherent thing out of him was did she make it out, is Miss Zariah okay. Before he asked about himself. Before he asked about you." A pause. "She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You

The girl yawned cutely and then settled against Rebekah's chest as if she knew she was safe and loved. "Her name will be Khaleesi, which means Royalty or Queen, and also she will be the heart of the family, I can already tell", Rebekah said softly. Rebekah could not hold back her tears anymore as Luna Tori took Khaleesi back to her bed to be with her brothers and came back to hug and soothe Rebekah through her tears. Her heart was bursting with love for her children and gratitude for this wonderful family who had helped bring them into the world, "They are perfect mum, they are a miracle", Rebekah cried out to Luna Tori, tears of joy.