khal drogo fanfic

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!

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!