Novel & Cerita Blue-eyes Tyrant Dragon Ruling

He looked down and then back at her praying she knew how to start a fire. In there world each dragon fell under five categories. Fire dragons , mostly consisting of the color pink, red and orange, could breath fire. Earth dragons consisting of yellow, purple and brown, Where none fire breathers but could make the ground move however they needed it. Water dragons, mostly green and blue, they could breath water and also had healing properties. Air dragons, they consisted of grey and black they could blow strong wind currents with either there wings or breath. The last one was the most rarest of them all and that was the spirit dragon. They normally where pure white with silver tints. At night

The order had endured for a millennium in the northern territories, not only by adapting its structure to changing times, but also by maintaining absolute control over the pinnacle of martial power. Draconox kept living dragons. To become the Draconox Archon, the first requirement was to defeat an adult dragon in single combat. A dragon's strength was determined by the color of its scales. Mixed-color dragons were not considered true dragons. True dragons were pure. From weakest to strongest: ivory, obsidian, aureate, cerulean, vermilion. Defeating an Ivory Dragon was enough to claim the Archon seat. However, that was the lowest seat one could hold. Most Archons possessed the strength to cha

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.

Brie said, trying not to laugh herself. Another sharp crack echoed from the egg, silencing the room. Fifteen minutes later, the shell split apart completely, and a hatchling wriggled free a dark blue dragon with a crimson belly. The little creature flapped its wings as if eager to take flight. No one was surprised to see it was male. Through the mind-link, Trace told Mikan they would need to discuss the southern throne later. Mikan silently agreed.

Nor had he been the father I had admired. “Why don’t you stop this? As the council, aren’t you supposed to ensure that rules are followed? Isn’t this against the rules?” Little Cyran asked the council member who stepped forward to observe the younger version of Trenton who was being beaten with a whip. “Little boy, your father holds all the power. The council is here to enforce his rule and we all agree with him. It is because your father chose us as his council that we are able to do what we can to control things. Since you won’t remember this, I have no problem telling you that when you are King, we will enforce his rule and not yours. Not that you will be King for long. Once the Dragon St

"Thank you for your honesty." As I turned to walk away, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled in my mind. I knew that this revelation changed everything, altering the course of our relationship and the destiny of our kingdom. But one thing remained constant—the love and connection between the Lycan King and me. Our bond was not defined solely by our ability to bear children but by the strength of our hearts and the depth of our devotion.

Damn. When I finally did, he stood by the table, all ruthless grace and coiled power, his fingers trailing over the devices laid out like surgical instruments. His eyes, dark and predatory, held mine. “You remember the rules, fox.” I nodded, my throat too dry to speak. I always remembered the rules with him.

“No, no, no, I swear I didn't mean anything like that! My brother! He's like a brother to me! Nothing else, I swear!!!” He winced at the deafening impact in his ears. “Gosh, he gets it, Lana. You didn't need to screa–” “He doesn't! Look.” Lana pointed while clutching his arm and hiding away behind him. He turned to Dylan and paused when he saw Lana wasn't kidding. Dylan's eyes had turned a bright green, a sight he was seeing for the second time that raised his curiosity again. Were all dragons capable of owning two different eyes color? What did it mean and what was its purpose?

For years, every kingdom suffered under the regime of tyrant King Elijah. He whipped women, took the men as nothing but drum fetchers. The entire eight kingdoms were under him and he did no good. He was a bad king to his own Kingdom, and a worser one to others. Until six years ago, when he was finally brought down and killed by Lord Alejandro, a child he had undermined so badly. As punishment for him not having a male heir, the Lords took his one and only daughter, Meandra, and declared that she suffers the sins of her father. She’s to serve each kingdom for a year, as a slave nonetheless, tortured and broken just like her father did them.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp