Chosen by the dragon kings の小説・ストーリー

King Henry is, of course, not expecting me and not happy to see me, and sends two of his biggest, baddest warriors out to meet me in the skies just beyond his territory lines. But I’m not a simple dragon. I’m not a warrior. I’m a king. Kings are… born, not chosen. In the days when dragons were plenty, a king could have many male heirs, but the oldest son wouldn’t be presumed heir of his father’s title. No, sometimes a younger son would show… certain gifts. Certain traits that made him stronger, faster, and more capable than his brothers… and he would be king by destined right–by destiny itself.

"And what makes the Royals different from other fire weavers and Embers that they can ride dragons?" He chuckled. "Did you seriously ask that? They have dragon fire in their blood. They're descendants of Thorian, the man who first discovered the dragons and learned their ways. History says they shared a profound bond, though I don't believe he mated with a dragon." I grimaced. "No, Jagger. Bonds can be formed in other ways." "Oh." I laughed heartily. He really was an idiot, but an endearing one. Jagger leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "Dragons are fiercely loyal and choose their riders carefully. It's a bond that goes beyond status or birthright. Royals have the best chance because they’

Andrew's ears still rang with the old man's icy words. "Three seals represent three rebirths. If you can shatter the final one and survive, you will rule the world as the chosen one. Fail, and you will become a cursed dragon, bound to destruction." A cursed dragon was the term used for the fallen heirs of the Lloyd royal family. The Lloyds bore the emblem of the celestial dragon as their crest, and those who thrived under the family's guidance were hailed as true dragons.

"Your uncle only has the true allegiance of one area, that's is from the fae of Valen, they consider the dragons choosing what was once humans to become the rulers as an ultimate insult, for the fae were once the only caretakers of dragons, but because Lokmar knew the people of the town he presided over were pure of heart and followed the old ways, they were allowed to follow him to the new land, the fae became jealous and would hunt humans for sport. Fafnir, Lokmar's son banished them to the eastern land for disoboence, and in the next cycle, he allowed the first human to take part in 'The Choosing' and he became the first ever human to lead us, and so it has been every cycle since." "The c

He held me with red eyes and said, "The person I care about most is you. Vivian has no family behind her, and she has trauma. I just pity her. I'm helping her." I believed him. Looking back, I was an idiot. Friendship was their cleanest cover. Protection was the prettiest excuse for betrayal. At ten, my father's underboss knocked. "Miss Rossi, the Council wants every heir at the old chapel to confirm their trial seals. Last step before the list locks." I changed into black and went. Countless alliances had been sworn there under stained glass saints, roses, and guns. Beside the DeLuca seat was an empty chair. It had always been mine.

"Elena,he is of the Dragonkin.Dragons are notoriously bad at reproducing.Besides,in our ancient legends,they are omens of doom and destruction!As one of the tribe's only two precious females,you must choose wisely." Huddled on the ground,the little dragon merely rolled over.He didn't even twitch an eyelid as he continued to snooze. Chloe let out a sarcastic snicker."Sister,even if I took Bjorn,you don't have to give up on yourself like this.Are you really going to spend the rest of your life with a palm-sized,inferior gecko?" I ignored her,walking over to gently stroke the soft scales on the little red dragon's forehead. "It's fine.Once I make a choice,I don't regret it."

“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

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.

This is a cavern of a room, more like a cave than a palace, dripping and moist, the only truly elegant thing is the throne of solid platinum and the bold dragon who sits upon it. Maximus, the Dragon King, Master of the 7 kingdoms of Luxandra, and Champion of the Sun Wars. My father. I have been waiting since I arrived last night, neither dismissed nor welcomed. The great blood dragon doesn't sleep at night, preferring to do his business by starlight and rest during the day. Some believe it is so he can be closer to his queen, who left two hundred years ago to reclaim her place as supreme queen of the heavens. Few know the truth.