Novel & Cerita Khaleesi

“Where’s the bitch?” “She’s everywhere.” Kael bared his teeth. “Good. I’ve been waiting to put something through her for weeks.” The wind howled louder. The shadows were shifting again. Wolves, mine, dad’s, and the cursed, clashed in the blood-soaked clearing. And yet, in the midst of it, Delilah stood tall. She glared at all of them, gathering those that she could, making them snap out of their trunks, making them come back to their senses.

"You won't be exiling her. I'm taking her in as my maid." The monarch gives his son a fierce look, as if he might strike him with his eyes. "You cannot do that, boy." "I can, actually," Kohl says tactfully in response. He knots his wrists behind his back, and his fingers are so spindly that it bothers me. "In case you have forgotten, this girl is of nobility. Had she not been pulled out of the Queenstrials, she would also be a Daughter of Gahndor, just like the rest of them."

I bounce on the heels of my feet, slowly losing the reins on my temper. Fuck her. Fuck the reporters, I'm going to teach this bitch a lesson. As I make the first step towards her, my phone rings bringing me to a halt and I answer without bothering to check who called. "Zaddy," a familiar voice moaned in my ear and every other thing evaporated. I'll face Karen later. "Darling Layla," I murmur and walk in the direction of the limousine waiting for me instead. "I sent you pictures of the pussy you love so much and you didn't even bother to view it," she whined in that sexy manner designed to turn half of the men in Lagos on.

Eliot was fuming in rage. She didn't tell him that she got her magic back. He thought it'd take months to retain her chakra but she was far too strong. She was healing at a good pace. It was all thanks to her wolf that Silva possesses the powers of werewolves as well. But still, she wasn't properly healed and he knew her magic wasn't fully back. She was in no condition to fight anyone at the moment. One thing Eliot was sure about, Silvia was crazy. Who in their right mind would fight Alonso single-handedly? She even killed him.

"Yeah. Yeah. I know you would. But you have better things to do. See you later." "See you soon." Alastair seemed to say that to me before he strode out of the room. He finally left, leaving behind a tangible sense of tranquilly that enveloped me. I felt at ease. Breathing the same air with a dangerous creature like him was nothing but turmoil and it was not my aim to experience it. Noting his departure, Kai switched all of his attention back onto me. "May I know who you are, Pale lady?" "I am Chelsea Cadeel, an Omega from the blue moon pack." I answered stiffly. He appeared to be less menacing than Alastair, at the very least. His appearance was pleasing to the eye. The warmth emanating from

Her sister stood gripping a sword nearly larger than herself, her eyes filled with tears and fury before she charged fearlessly at one of the wolves. Anastasia gasped and screamed at the top of her lungs."Khaleesi! No... get back!" But it was already too late. The wolf turned in an instant and lunged at her before she could defend herself. The sword slipped from Khaleesi's hand as she collapsed onto the ground. "Kha...leesi..."Anastasia whispered as her legs gave out beneath her. She fell to her knees, staring at her family, all gone within a matter of minutes.

Kane stood beside his sleek black McLaren, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he flicked his cigar to the ground, crushing it beneath his boot. The night was thick with tension, but it wasn't from the fight. It was from the blonde currently kneeling in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as she worked him over with practiced ease. He should have been feeling something. Pleasure. Satisfaction. A hint of release. But instead, he felt nothing. Her mouth was warm, wet, eager—but there was no fire in it. No spark. No real connection. Just another woman desperate to say she had been with Kane Shawn. The underground champion. The undefeated god of the ring.

Malik The war room at the compound was full and grim when I walked in, and it was the fullness of it that told me how far the word had already traveled, every soldier I trusted, every hand that had ever meant it, pulled off whatever they'd been doing and standing at the map because the King's woman was in the wind and the King had gone very, very quiet. Darius was there, jacket off, gun already in his waistband, the easy grin nowhere on the earth, replaced by the other face, the one my brother wore maybe twice a decade, the one that had made grown men in this city forget how to breathe. Naomi behind three laptops, hair scraped back, tracing plate hits across a glowing city map in threads of

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

he replied honestly, and she could feel emotions through their bond. Maybe without him, she might have become depressed after finding out something like that. But his unwavering support, and how camly he is handling everything turned out to be her biggest strength in this mess. "Kaiser, I am scared" she confessed. He pulled her into a tight hug. "Don't be. And don't let anyone know about this. You are Kyra from the Silvershade pack, Daughter of Alexander Thorn. And my queen. That's it" he kissed the top of her head.