khal drogo fanfiction

Prophecy Broken: No More Betrayals, Only Fire "In my past life, Daenerys was betrayed. In this life, I am her God." I woke up as Khal Drogo. But I’m not just a savage leading a horde. I am the only man in history with the [Dragon-Bond System]. While the Lords of Westeros play their petty games, I am building an Empire they can't even imagine: Legions of Unsullied armed with modern steel. A Dragon Air Force that turns stone to glass. The Iron Throne? No, I want the whole world. She wanted the Seven Kingdoms. I’ll give her the world—and burn anyone who stands in our way.

Waking up as Khal Drogo on my very first day, I realized a brutal truth: you cannot conquer Westeros just by riding horses and slaughtering villages. To win the Game of Thrones, brute force must be forged into an empire. I will build an unstoppable war machine—merging Dothraki cavalry, Unsullied phalanxes, and a Dragonfire air force, until the walls of King's Landing tear like wet paper. I will conquer the Nine Free Cities, transform Slaver’s Bay into a global trade hub, and establish an absolute imperial dynasty. From a mere warlord of the Grass Sea to the Heavenly Khan and First Emperor. Power, endless wealth, and beautiful women, I will take it all! People might ask: Aren't you tired of all this endless conquest? Whenever I hear that, I look at the silver-haired girl sleeping beside me. I know the tragic fate originally written for her: the betrayals, the heartbreak, and the poisoned words of scheming ministers. All she ever wanted was the Iron Throne. What did she do wrong? In this life, the tragedy ends here. I will conquer the world just to place it at her feet. ~~---------------------- Patreon Advance Chapters:  [email protected] / Dreamer20 

12,000 years ago, the First Men came from the Eastern continent to Westeros, and their beliefs sparked a war with the native Children of the Forest. An oath was made between the two sides: the forests would remain the possession of the Children of the Forest, and the rest of Westeros would belong to the ancestors. 6,000 years ago, the Andals invaded Westeros from the Eastern continent, conquering the southern lands. 300 years ago, the Valyrians, led by the conqueror Aegon Targaryen from the Eastern continent, began the conquest of Westeros. Now, the Supreme Khal, Conqueror of the Eastern Continent –:Möngke, leads the Dothraki across the Narrow Sea, seeking permission to declare himself King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of all the lands. I am not a writer, just a translator

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto, Baruto and all its other characters, for they all belong to Masashi Kishimoto. All I own is Drogo and any other OC I create myself. _______________________________________________________ A young soul died at the hands of his own loved one. Finally able to free himself from the shackle of pain and suffering but only to find his second life to be filled with the same pain as the first. Do Gods exist? If so then why is his life so miserable? If not, then who shall he complain to? Why was he reincarnated and if his fate is to repeat the same sufferings then what's the point? Alas, having a sister in this new world can change things maybe for the better or maybe for the worse. A hateful mother and a loving sister. Follow Drogo as be tries either tries to find the meaning of his life or plunge into the darkness that his heart has carried. _______________________________________________________ Please Leave Reviews so i can get my story to have a Rating. It really helps. This is also my first work so forgive me if it's not up to par with good fanfics and make contain grammatical errors

Jon snow is kidnapped by slavers while his father was away fighting in the Greyjoy rebellion. How is an 8 name day old boy supposed to survive in a place like Essos with only his direwolf pup as a companion.

Henry Walker a man form Earth died because of Truck-kun and is transmigrated into the body of Khal Drogo at the day of his wedding with Daenerys Targaryen along with a Daily Sing in system that gives him multiverse rewards for daily sign in. watch how he prevents his death and becomes a conqueror a king and ruler of this world along with making his huge Harem of beauties.

Dying from T'Challa's spear, Erik Killmonger refuses Wakandan healing and chooses the cliff and the ocean over a cage. Instead of drowning, he wakes alone on an alien steppe, his body unexplainably whole. A meteor streaks down nearby, and the resonance in his chest tells him exactly what's buried in the smoking crater: vibranium, in a world that's never heard of Wakanda. I hope you're enjoying the fanfiction so far! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it. Whether you loved it, hated it, or have some constructive criticism, your feedback is super important to me. Feel free to drop a comment or send me a message with your thoughts. Can't wait to hear from you! If you're passionate about fanfiction and love discussing stories, characters, and plot twists, then you're in the right place! I've created a Discord server dedicated to diving deep into the world of fanfiction, especially my own stories. Whether you're a reader, a writer, or just someone who enjoys a good tale, I welcome you to join us for lively discussions, feedback sessions, and maybe even some sneak peeks into upcoming chapters, along with artwork related to the stories. Let's nerd out together over our favorite fandoms and explore the endless possibilities of storytelling! Click the link below to join the conversation: https://discord.com/invite/HHHwRsB6wd Can't wait to see you there! Thank you for your support!

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Olivia transmigrated from the apocalypse to the modern era. Not only that, her dimension and superpower came along with her. She felt that the good days were about to begin. But before she could be happy for even three days, the internet was flooded with posts slandering her. Advertisers and directors want to terminate her contracts, and her company wants to blacklist her? How could this be? She wanted to use the money to enjoy modern life to the fullest. Without money, how could she enjoy anything? So, who's slandering her online? I'll find you and dig up all your dirty secrets. Who wants to terminate her contract? Terminate it immediately. After termination, she'll go on to endorse international luxury brands instead. Terminating the script contract? Good, that's great! If the contract isn't terminated, how can she film the blockbuster drama of the year and win awards with it? Modern life is so wonderful, eating and drinking every day. There's just one tiny problem. Why are there suddenly two babies growing in her belly? And who is this ridiculously handsome man who appeared out of nowhere, claiming to be their father?