Blue-eyes Tyrant Dragon Ruling Novels & Stories

“Let them feel it. The war has already begun. I plan to marry Irmak and, through her, control the throne of FeWard. Her father, the king, is being slowly poisoned by your hand, Malachar. When he dies, I will be the regent. And if Irmak resists… well, a pyre cleanses a witch’s reputation very well.” General Draven slammed his fist on the table, more restrained than his lord. “My lord, the twin dragons are not mere monsters. Ancient reports say they are the sons of one of the Great Ancestral Dragons. If we provoke them openly, we may be bringing destruction upon the entire kingdom.” Vortigern turned to him with contempt. “Then we will destroy them first. Malachar, you said you have a plan.” Th

I can’t risk him seeing. Aurora whimpers. “You’re trusting her? Really?” Elias puts the phone back in his pocket. “Yes.” The blood keeps spreading. It looks darker now. Aurora’s breathing turns wet and small. She looks smaller than I ever see her. All the anger, all the control gone. Only pain remains. She turns her head toward me. Her eyes look glassy. “You’ll regret this,” she whispers. I shake my head slowly. “No,” I say quietly. “I won’t.”

Or maybe… my eyes looked like his. He bent down slightly so we were at the same level. “I’m Victor.” His voice was low and deep, but not harsh. I didn’t answer. He studied me for a moment longer, then the corner of his lips lifted again. “From now on, you belong to me.” I didn’t like that sentence. “I don’t belong to anyone, Uncle.” I am not an object. I am not a painting. I am Nicholas. And I belong to Mom. I looked back at him with the same gaze I had learned from Mom whenever she was angry at the world.

When he was done his purple jewel-like eyes glowed at us, his mouth opened and I saw sharp teeth. He was in the sky high above us, his great wing beating into the air, taking him higher before I was ready. Marcus moved forward, he looked over his shoulder at me one last time before his the same sounds filled the room. The dragon that crouched before me was far bigger than both Louis and Nash. Marcus’ scaly skin was pitch black and looked rough to the touch, he turned around slowly and I was met with deep obsidian eyes. Eyes that even in his other form were sad.

Now, I just needed to find someone to claim, then I could fuck them and take my title as Tarak of my thrall. We didn’t have to love each other. Hell, we didn’t have to even like each other. Once she was claimed and I was in my seat as leader, I would make sure that she knew she was free to do as she pleased. I wouldn’t make her stay. I would find a way to break that bond that we would share. Then I could rule the thrall on my own, not weakened by being tied to another. My dragon snarled in my head at the thought of me taking a mate and rejecting them. He was like any other beast, ready to settle down with a mate. Even though I hadn’t taken a mate, he didn’t like the idea of breaking that bon

I have a dragon? A white dragon with pearly white scales. She looked like a creature carved from moonlight and frost. Her body gleams as though each scale were polished porcelain or mother-of-pearl, catching the light and scattering it in soft, shimmering hues. When she moved, the scales rippled like flowing silk, giving the impression that the she carried a piece of the moon on her skin. Her eyes are a piercing, crystalline blue - bright and cold as glacial ice - yet filled with an ancient intelligence that feels both mesmerizing and unnerving. The contrast of its pale, luminous body and those sharp, blue eyes makes it appear regal and otherworldly, as though it was born from winter storms

For two whole weeks, I'd been lying helpless in the Lycan King's territory, completely at his mercy. But why? Why was he so desperate to wake me? What could the most feared ruler in the werewolf realm possibly want with someone like me? No. I didn't want to know. I didn’t want to find out what a monster like him desired from me. "Your Majesty, there is another physician in the Bloodmoon Pack," the healer continued desperately. "He possesses knowledge I don’t.Perhaps, if we consulted him... if we combined our expertise..." "You mean Vikram?" The King's voice brightened with unsettling amusement. The shift was somehow more terrifying than his earlier rage. "Oh, I consulted him yesterday. Brief

She turned to the man the little girl had referred to as Grandpa. He was indeed a grandpa with white hair and all. "We will have to move to the small Mansion at the Eastern border." The man said with a small smile. The lands were divided into four different parts. The Nalish, Naborta, Bathon, and the strongest of all...Viscoria. Viscoria unlike the other lands was ruled by a cruel lord, Lord Wolfarine. Little Beatrice looked up at her butler. Even at a tender age, one knew who ruled the Eastern Border.

"Wait a minute! Look here, it states it once again." ​Alaric abruptly stood up from his seat, and Silas and I immediately leaned in closer to hear exactly what mystery was unfolding. "Dragons carried the ultimate balance of magic," he began reading out loud. "Those possessing purple eyes held the absolute greatest power and were deeply revered as leaders over the rest of the species."

She had a lot of questions anyway. "Then, what was the distinct characteristic of the devils compared to the other races?" "All of us had purple eyes." Minerva was still. "Really?" Then why did the devils that invaded the Larin Continent have dead grey eyes? That was written in the history books! Their eyes met and Harika once again said, "Next question." Her lips thinned. Seriously, why were there too many restricted questions? "Okay, then why was the fallen Kingdom of Sora named after you?"