Khaleesi Novels & Stories

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.

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.

Khalid had crossed into her circle, wearing that damned Adio hunter’s talisman and holding a silver khopesh. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” Khalid scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders. As her head rolled across the roof, the candles went out. I watched her head as it stopped just at the roof’s edge. “I’m really sick of people forgetting I’m here and a trained hunter.” Khalid huffed, spitting on her body before removing his talisman. “You’re welcome, by the way. Now let’s burn this witch and return to my sister.” Khalid suggested walking to grab her head.

Her long silky white hair had a bluish tint in it and partly hid four velvety horns that slightly branched out into forks. “Let me introduce you all,” said Damien, “This is Lord Ombra of the Shadow Dragons and Lady Lucille of the Dragons of Light.” The lady made a slight curtsy at the mention of her name. “Ombra, Lucille” continued Damien, “This is Dorin Silvius a wind mage, that there is Sebastian Revious an enchanter, and this fire mage must be...” “Johan.” Johan answered, “I’m Johan Ignacius.”

I was grateful for all he had done for me and my family. The city was 40 miles away. It took almost the whole day of non-stop riding. Aisle didn’t seem to get tired out, or need to stop to eat or drink. The city was surrounded by a giant wall. There were four gates to get in and out of the capitol. My family's cottage was on the outskirts of the Mouradian territory. The ruler of the Mouradian territory was a young queen by the name of Cecilia. I did not know much about her, other than she lost her parents from a assassination. They were poisoned at a banquet that Cecilia did not attend. She was only 12 when she came to power. I’ve heard she is a fair ruler.

came his voice from a part of his room which I was yet to figure out. "Would have taken well to your advice only if I wasn't so shy to let you hear them," with a hiss, I answered back, not even ready to listen to him speak more than necessary. The anger I was feeling was slowly rising to the surface and was getting thoroughly mixed together with how much his haughtiness was beginning to annoy me. *** Khaleesi's POV; With new-found anger and irritation, I headed straight to Aodhàn's room. Yenna had long sneaked away as usual, leaving me to peacefully storm into Aodhàn's room as I pleased.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

“You can stay as long as you like, courtesy of my husband to be and I.” Sylvia, the fox king's daughter, offered in smiles. I sensed she said it in a bid to spite me. Sylvia was a smallish Fox, her golden locs cascading like sunlight over her shoulders. With grace and power intertwined, she commanded the attention of all who beheld her. Her regal presence, though diminutive in stature, emanated an aura of authority that left no doubt of her sovereignty . Her gaze met mine, piercing yet gentle.

"You're cute." Snarling, I bare my canines at him. "Watch it." "I figured all ladies like to be called cute." "Not this lady." I raised my fist and aimed straight for his jaw. Unfortunately, the tip of the dagger sliced down the ground the same moment his weight under me disappears. Before I could react, a voice whispers close to my ear from behind, "Indeed, you are too beautiful to kill, Leaxandra." It was a late reaction when I swung my weapon behind, only for my hand to get caught midair.

Kristina told Chelsey who was a bit quiet during their meals. "Thank you, Auntie," Chelsey responded. Chad made a glance with Chelsey. Chelsey was a refined young lady compared to his younger sister Princess who is pretty smart and sometimes very vocal. She moves as well. They were opposites. Chelsey is the shy type while Princess is loud, but they are best friends. "Welcome, Chelsey. You're almost our child as well. You grew up with us," Kristina said. They planned their Palawan trip during their meals.