Chosen by the dragon kings Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

And in the final battle, beneath the shattered moons and the dying sun, Zenobia made her choice. She knew she could not kill him. But she could contain him, so summoning the last of the White Dragon’s strength, she called forth the ancient rite of sealing—a forbidden art passed down from the first dragons themselves. Kal laughed at her, even as the chains of light wrapped around his limbs.

Power had never saved us. Choice had. I stepped forward. "I already made my choice." The Blood Flame tilted its head. "Have you?" I smiled. "I choose my people." "I choose my Queen." "And I choose a future where no one has to become a monster to protect those they love." The Blade of Kings erupted with brilliant silver light. The Moon Crown answered immediately. Golden rays spread across the battlefield. King Aldren closed his eyes. A single tear slipped down the human side of his face. "Thank you..."

"I have seen the chosen one. The signs were unmistakable." A brief silence settled between them. "And?" Ventimus asked. "She has awakened, but she doesn't know it yet." Ventimus lowered his gaze thoughtfully. "And the King?" Lisa turned toward the shrine's entrance, where the full moon cast pale light across the ancient stones. "He has already begun to change. The Dragon has already chosen her." She stared down at her fingers and flexed them. "It is only the man who continues to resist." A quiet sigh escaped her. "He continues searching for an antidote."

he said, his voice laced with a hint of resignation. The entire kingdom had eagerly awaited the annual arrival of the elders who composed the esteemed Dragon Council. This council was comprised of four dragon Lords who had each served as Emperor Dragon during their era, alongside their complements who ruled as Empresses of the Dragon Empire. Only the Dragon Lords who had been mated to another dragon were considered worthy of serving on the council.

Rhazion roared in pain. Verath flinched. Without warning, the First King stepped forward. The earth trembled. Its enormous head lowered until it was level with him. “The choice returns.” “What choice?” The ancient dragon’s voice grew solemn. “The same choice that ended the First Age.” Images flooded Elara’s mind. A woman with silver-violet magic. A dragon of golden fire. A shattered sky. A terrible battle. Sacrifice. “No…” she whispered. The First King looked directly at her.