Novel & Cerita Chosen by the dragon kings

"I have chosen three protectors for a reason. You three would take those three thrones. You will be responsible for both the Dragon and the fae race. I know you will make decisions without bias. Because you have seen both good and bad in each race. Welcome Elder, please take your throne" the fairy goddess extended her arm and pointed towards the throne in the middle, leaving the other two on either side of it empty. Drake is in a dilemma. He too cannot leave his race in chaos. He was selected from crores of Dragons for a reason.

"She will hang." A surge of fury erupted from within me, my eyes ablaze, searing heat coursing down my face and across my body. An audible gasp swept through the crowd as the ground beneath me started to crumble. The two soldiers, still gripping me, strained to maintain their footing as I seized the opportunity to grab them. With a swift motion, I clenched a fistful of their armor and catapulted both soldiers into the onlooking crowd.

The doors opened before she could decide whether to run. Kael stepped out first, and stopped the second he saw her standing there. Not surprised, exactly. Something closer to resignation, like a man watching a plan slip out of his hands a little earlier than he'd wanted it to. "You heard," he said. "Your Majesty." She let the words sit flat between them, testing their weight out loud. "That's a considerably bigger title than 'a friend from the woods.'" "It is."

Was the man in front of them worthy of being called the dragon emperor and their world hero? "I choose them, them, and them." The voice from the door was heard again, and a speck of light appeared above the heads of everyone chosen by the door. And it could be seen that they were all people from the dragon emperor's own side. Suddenly, the change in mood instantly changed every member of the dragon emperor's army. They immediately looked at the dragon emperor, hoping that their master would reject the choice of the door of death and life. The dragon emperor was surprised to see that all the choices from the door were his subordinates. He suddenly did not understand why no one from the two ca

Lyra "Lyra Walker." The herald's voice cut across the square like a blade, and my own name turned my legs to water. He was reading from a long roll of parchment. The tribute list. The names of the girls the Dragon King would take this year. I knew what that list meant. Every five years, the Dragon Court chose unmarried girls from the human towns. They were called brides. They were called offerings. They were called many gentle things. But none of them ever came home.

He’s never—he's never crowned anyone— She wasn’t even supposed to be here! She’s just a concubine—no… she’s not. Drakonios didn’t look away from her. He didn’t care if the sky tore open or the world swallowed them whole. He didn’t care if every royal bloodline in the empire protested. He had made his choice. And now, the whole kingdom would see.

Once outside we head towards the edge of the forest where the dragon's lair had been built. The ceiling of the building stretched very high and it was already filled with so many nests. I could hear the sound of the dragons inside growling. Valen whistled once and from the far side of the cave, one of the dragon rose. It was larger than the rest and had scars across it's back. It approached us. "This." Valen said. "Is Abraddox. He had chosen you." "Excuse me? What do you mean by choose me?" I asked in disbelief, turning to look at the dragon, who was staring at me.

She looked calm and composed but inside she was calculating seriously. Beside her stood Drake, silent as ever, though his presence filled the space like restrained fire. The unnatural leash placed upon his kind had burned away with the staff’s destruction. So the dragons had a choice to stay in the Kingdom and live freely or go to the dragon kingdom. Most of them chose staying and remained along with Drake. Of course he would stay, he was wherever Elaina was. Their addition to the council was decided by the council themselves because of their involvement in the choatic war.

“A Drakon can be challenged for the throne by another dragon with a royal bloodline especially when the current Drakon has failed to fulfill his duties to the kingdom and it is called Monarch battle. That battle is overseen by the council of Elders of the dragons so that the contest would be fair. Even dragon relatives or nephews can challenge the kingship as long as he or she has dragon royal blood. If the Drakon loses the battle, the victor becomes king Drakon automatically. The dragons only respect the power of the Drakon and the rules states that no one can go against his decision because he is king with absolute power. “Trouble started when a Drakon dragon fought against his relative, i

His presence bends the realm itself, the stars flickering as if afraid to look at him. “You’ve cost me my hold,” Varein snarls, his voice like iron dragged over stone. His gaze pins me. “You! Seer-blood, Fae-chosen. I should’ve crushed you in the cradle.” Before I can answer, the wind shatters around us. From the peaks beyond, the sky glitters with scales and flame. Dragons; all of them. Every dragon freed from his chain, every winged soul that chose me when I broke the curse. They answer now, their roars rising as one, blotting out the Boundless King’s wrath.