Novel & Cerita Khaleesi Jorah

I, Morrigan of Hymir, the current queen of the blessed lands of Hymir, hereby abstain from my position as the monarch and mother of the nation. For I have sinned a thousand unforgivable sins. My hands are tainted with the blood of innocents and thus haunt me from night and day.

Bethany Wright. Self acclaimed queen bee of Malcolm High. Head of the cheerleading squad and girl friend to the most popular guy in school, Christian Hales. It was such a wonder how cool headed, reserved Christian landed himself such a bitch. She was definitely with him for the money, the fame, and definitely the sex. News fly around the school and Makaila's ears were always open for the gist.

With a loud roar full of all the emotions that she had been feeling for the past couple of hours, Leah charged at the black dragon. The black dragon looked up in surprise to see Leah’s large red dragon aiming straight for it. Inside the black dragon, Theo seethed with his own anger and jealousy. How dare this female try to challenge him! Does she honestly think she can take him down! A little girl of barely thirty years old trying to take on a full grown male of a hundred years old was just plain laughable! She had gotten lucky back at her home when she had punched him in the face, breaking his nose. He had not been expecting her to lash out like that. But this time was different. She was ac

, he said. "Oh! Thank goodness!", Diana thanked. But little did she know, the Lore king was no ordinary, he had a great power within him and a dark secret. He wasn't entirely a lore, he still had humanity in him. But this humanity was fading away, day by day and to conserve it, he wanted another human beside him. An arrow was shot on his carriage. He came out see, and saw some archers. The carriage driver stood in front of him. Another arrow was shot at him, but it passed through the carriage driver's chest, but still no damage to him.

And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

“I’m sorry. I’m glad that she’s already doing great.” We talked for a while about certain things. I don’t know, but it feels nostalgic while talking without hiding something. This was the right time that I was waiting for. Honestly, Tara did not really mind who I was even when she found out. I am so glad to have her in my life. I was so happy for the final moments of my impersonation. When this day ends, I know that I will become Gandhara Alejandro, the daughter of Captain Galeo and Andrea Alejandro.

From the west gate, Kaelith entered. Her crimson armor shimmered with golden filigree, shaped like feathers and flame. Her long black hair trailed behind her, braided with embers. Her eyes, storm-grey and fierce, locked forward with focused calm. In one hand, she carried a flaming whip, coiled like a sleeping dragon. Her boots barely touched the ground as she walked—hovering slightly with each step.

At Celeste's presence, he was awake, his eyes visible through his long hair. One look at those amber, bloodshot eyes proved the power of this male, and she pulled back with a gasp. Syzarion Rahl Kharas, the only heir of the Sorgale empire left alive. She wanted to help him, taking out a balm and water as she passed it through the bars, but felt a wicked grip that hurt her—yet she didn’t scream. “I am so sorry. I'm so sorry that I have no power to stop this…” she called out as he finally eased his grip and stepped into the light.

Carefully caressing her hands in comfort as the girl looked up, eyes lost and uncertain like a small lost pup, and she accidentally caressed her hair. “You are okay, I promise you are safe,” she assured again. “My name is Myra, and that is Jorah, a healer who will help you. What is your name?” She asked the girl, who didn't look any more than 17 years old. “My name is Reilani, but you can call me Rei.” ”Okay, Rei, welcome to the Nightclaw pack,” Jorah said, gaining both their attention, a look of gratitude shining in Jorah's eyes for Myra’s presence, knowing how bad it might have gotten if she weren’t here.

The skull was supported by a pair of sweeping dragon wings, crafted from the same dark, glossy obsidian, which curved up from the throne's back like a protective canopy. But as we approached the throne, a voice boomed from the shadows, echoing off the walls. "You will never have it!" it screeched. "The throne is mine, and I will claim it!" "Who are you?" Dynaris demanded, her voice steady. A figure emerged from the darkness, its presence seeming to draw the very light out of the air. Khaos, the Dark Lord, stood before us, his eyes blazing with an inner fire that seemed to burn with an evil intensity. His body was a towering mass of dark, armored plate, adorned with twisted, nightmarish spike