Black Dragon King Novels & Stories

No sooner had the words left my lips than the doors to the hall were pushed opened and in came none other than Rihero Von Palestine, the Dragon King. He was dressed in all black from head to toe, with a black suite that had a golden dragon embroidered on the left side. He wore black pants and a black shirt underneath and his midnight black hair hung open to his hips. His dark eyes were completely devoid of light as he came to a stand in front of me and I couldn’t help but notice how we contrasted each other. Light and Darkness. Fire and Ice. “Happy eighteenth birthday, my Lady.” He gave a small bow before taking my outstretched arm and placing a kiss on the back of my hand. “You look stunnin

It was said that, a dragon’s instinct was so sharp, the King even in human form could know whether someone was being deceitful. Dragon’s were powerful, fierce and brave but, they were also very intuitive and empathetic. A dragon was loyal, considerate and compassionate. The King was considered a God. Upon reading this, Seraphina felt a sense of pride. From what Bethel had told her about familiars, she understood that a Dragon familiar was extremely rare and hadn’t been seen since King Xaveris, she worried that she wouldn’t be able to live up to the expectations that some may have of her now that her familiar was known. Seraphina continued to read about the King’s trials and tribulations duri

It was layered and luxurious. He put the box down gently. "This is the wedding gown of the Black Dragon Queen. The decorative scales are the most solid of my scales." I turned to look and met his clear, amber eyes. He had sharp features and warm air about him. He was nothing like the malicious Black Dragon everyone talked about. "It's the first time a Black Dragon is in a marriage alliance with the Human Clan. We are preparing this wedding with the highest honors. Let me know if you need anything else."

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain as the smell of burned flesh filled the air. I pulled her close until our faces were inches apart. "Let me make my place very clear to you," I said, my voice deathly quiet. "Well since you know how dangerous I can be, let me introduce myself. I am the Dragon Queen. This is my palace. Thorne is my mate. You are nothing. A bitch from the past who has overstayed her welcome. If you ever cross my path again, if you ever speak to me again, you will get more than a burned neck. Do you understand?"

He had thrown her so he could catch her where the Council couldn't see. The great black dragon, a nightmare of obsidian scales and glowing red veins, didn't land gently. He slammed into a narrow, hidden ledge halfway down the ravine, his wings beating back the mist with a sound like crashing thunder. He shifted back into his human form before his feet even settled on the rock, Aria still clutched against his bare, sweating chest. He slammed her back against the wet stone wall of the ravine, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. His golden eyes were solid, burning white, the Dragon-Madness was at its peak.

She had never expected to be given a choice. "If you choose to continue this marriage, you'll have to come with me to the Sea Dragon Kingdom. I can't stay here. Robert will handle the affairs on land. The matters of the kingdom are far more important." "Wait... the Sea Dragon Kingdom? What do you mean?" "I'm the prince of the Sea Dragon Clan." Alex paused before continuing. "My father was the Dragon King. Since he's gone, I've become the king now. We maintain a presence in both worlds as a precaution against future threats, ensuring that our people always have a place to seek refuge."

The voice snaps at me before falling back into a deviant cackle. "I am yet to take from you." The voice growls. "Everything you have will burn, this I promise you Dragon king!" The voice spits my name with so much venom and yet I'm too weak to reply. "Who are you?" I rasp under intense pain. "You will." The voice replied with a sense of longing. "And you won't forget me until you draw your last breath." The pain is bone crushing, darker spots dance in my vision, I can't, I won't----

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

The King’s body expanded to thrice his usual size and his hands turned into monstrous claws filled with dark flames conjured by the black magic residing inside him. “His true form revealed at last” Malik muttered from behind Colter, Dyron’s true form, the king of darkness resembled a large demon like creature filled with rage and anger, his fangs were sharper than swords, his body swelled with the dark energies he has consumed all these years. “Finish it, my son!” Malik commanded his son who immediately complied.

After reading what I did, I had to do everything I could to keep myself from dying. Even if I hated Cyran, that didn’t mean he wasn’t beneficial to the world. As the Dragon King, it was his responsibility to make sure that the balance was maintained, or at least as much as possible. Even I knew that he couldn’t put an end to all the bad Dragons in the world. It was also up to him to keep the Keeper of the Dragon Stone safe. Which is why his fated mate was the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. It isn’t a requirement for him to love or cherish her, as long as he protected her.