Blue-eyes Tyrant Dragon Ruling Romane & Geschichten

"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

Her perfect demeanor had slipped off her face as she stared wide-eyed at Ciara. “Almost everyone saw that Riona. "I'm beginning to wonder who that girl really is,” Ciara wondered aloud. It was strange for a dragon to begin appearing at the same time Minerva appeared in RedShire. Unable to keep her thoughts to herself, Riona spurted. “Do you think she is from the pure dragon royal family? That would define why this sudden occurrence.” The pure dragon royal family members were the only ones who could control a dragon without magic. They were the only ones dragons bowed to before the last descendants were wiped from the face of the earth. Ever since, dragons have gone into solitary and no one h

“This year… is the Year of Dragon Fire.” Silence lingered between them for several moments before Chris’s master finally broke it. “So???” Hua Yueren’s gaze darkened. “There is a prophecy concerning the Blue-Eyed Dragon’s bloodline.” For the first time, Chris’s master leaned forward fully. Those four words were enough to erase every trace of laziness from his expression. Hua Yueren’s voice turned solemn as he slowly recited: “From her womb shall come the heir of the Blue-Eyed Dragon.

Beautiful. Was the first word that rang in my head as grey piercing eyes met mine. The King didn't have horns like the rumors had said, he was no ugly beast, and he certainly didn't have ugly fangs hanging out from his mouth, no. The King… was beautiful in a powerful masculine way… He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Almost like he belonged with gods and not us mere were-folks. But why… Why did he look familiar? Those grey eyes didn't leave mine, I watched in horror as the expression in them morphed from shock to blinding fury. His face was bright red with rage.

All was not lost. Abertha stopped trying to teach me prognostication and spellcraft, and we focused on growing shit and foraging for the big three. Basically, there are tons of useful plants, but there are three that are worth their weight in gold—dragon tongue, wolf’s bane, and ashbalm. Dragon tongue is like a drug, similar to steroids, and it grows under very specific conditions—like when the moon is in the seventh house and there’s a red sky in morning. It’s a hassle to harvest, but it funds Abertha’s extravagant and mysterious lifestyle.

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.