Novel & Cerita Black Dragon King

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

If the king can be shown as useless to the people, then it would become easy for the member to dethrone him. But why would they need the blood of other supernaturals? What about the mage? If it's a member of the Elite council, then it would be inner politics. Why drag other supernaturals? All this guesswork is getting her nowhere. She needs proof. Solid evidence leading somewhere. Rescue all of them at once. Even if she leaves one of them behind, the mercenaries will alert the head hydra making it impossible to rescue again. What's the deal with the king? Perhaps it is time to confront that bastard. Or make him open his eyes.

And then everything went ominously quiet. The sounds of a grief-stricken mate bellowed into the heated air as the king himself rushed from the chambers, phasing into an onyx coloured beast before he took to the skies, screaming black coloured flames as the rain turned hot and his subjects mourned from below. The dragon king had lost his beloved and the hoard had lost their queen.

Not 'My love' or 'Beloved,' but Irene. He closed his eyes for a split second, taking a deep breath. Then he opened them again. "Yes, I have concubines,' he said. "I do not deny it. According to the royal tradition, if a Dragon King were to lose his queen, he was to take concubines. However, if the stars bestowed him another queen, the concubines were to be given to other men." Something in his explanation tugged at my heart. "What do you mean, lose his queen?" I asked.

"You're not allowed in! I've already told Clara to report to the adjudicator that you're feeling unwell and can't compete." His words hit me like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. I stared at him in disbelief. "Who gave you the right to decide for me? I earned this spot with my own ability!" Erik sneered and looked at me contemptuously. "On the grounds that I'm your mate and the clan's Dragon King! You're just an ordinary human. How could you possibly compare with all these elite dragons? "You took advantage of my name to get ahead, yet you have the nerve to say you earned this spot yourself? You even took it upon yourself to cut off our soul bond. Since you're this malicious, then

is all she says, I don’t push her as I know with her gift she can’t always say. “Well, give us details?” Bellatrix says with an excited squeal making me chuckle. “Do you guys ever remember hearing about a King Vulcan?” I ask, feeling like I am missing something. Bellatrix shakes her head, while Denu is quiet for a moment. Then her eyes go wide, “King Vulcan is the Dragon King in the upper kingdom” Denu says confirming what I already thought. My mate is the Dragon King, the most feared, and deadly King said to be cruel and cold. Even knowing this, why do I not feel afraid?

The dragon king didn’t budge, and I couldn’t stand and watch him kill Leandros. I surged ahead and captured his son Drako and held him hostage. There was utter chaos as King Gavriil went crazy. “Let Leandros go or I’ll kill your son.” He tightened his hold on Leandros, while his eyes changed color, turning crimson. I knew he was about to change into his dragon form and burn us to death with his fire. “I’ll burn you to death if you harm my son. Let him go,” he hissed, but I held on to the young dragon with all my might.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

Dust rushed up into the air, as it flapped its wide wings before closing them up to it's sides. It rumbled lowly at that, Belladonna could almost feel the vibration. This was the biggest beast she had ever seen in her entire life, it was even bigger than she had imagined it, adding to her fear. The dragon had two colors, one side of it was silver and the other, blue. It had spikes all over its head, down to its neck. That was when she noticed the man that rode the dragon. The dreaded Dragon King himself. He jumped off the dragon, which was a long way to the ground, landing perfectly on one knee.

Mu Tianhua, whose chest was stained with blood, said incredulously. The old man sneered. "Stupid guy. How dare you offend the Lord of Dragon. You're courting death!" The old man was Golden Dragon King, one of the four Dragon Kings of Peerless Dragon Gate. He was good at disguising himself and hiding in the dark. He often killed people invisibly. The Dragon Lord was furious. The Dark-golden Dragon King mobilized all the Dragon Gate forces in the Central Plains to destroy the Mu family. The Dark-golden Dragon King arrived at the golf course in person and quietly stood behind Mu Tianhua.