Chosen by the dragon kings Novels & Stories

“Help me up Di, I gotta stop this shit, once and for all.” She helped me up and I yelled, “STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!” as best I could still trying to get my breathing back. “I, Baron Malachi challenge you for the mantle of Alpha on the upcoming Red Moon for the bloodline of all, including her!” “What?!” Di and I said incredulously.

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

replied the blue dragon. “I am a red dragon. The two of us have different histories, and people are trying to find our dragon crystals. You have found me, do you still remind me? We meet at the dragon lake, ”continued the red dragon. "Yes, so is that you? Sorry, I threw the red dragon crystal back into the dragon lake. ” “ No, I'll stay with you. Only the first to be my master. Those who are chosen for their test and line of destiny. You are one of them, we chose you. "

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

And just with that, the chains that bound me were gone. "No, no. I can't be out, father. I am going to hurt anyone--" "You are not going to hurt anyone, Adam," he said, stern voice pinning me on the spot. His hands grabbed both my naked shoulders and glared at me. "You will go and find that girl or I will drag her here myself. Choose." He then stood and looked at me, kneeling on the ground. A choice. Both are not good ones. He turned and went to the door of the chamber before he turned to look at me.

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

"JUST BECAUSE HE COULDN'T STAND WATCHING THE DRAGON HE LOVED GETTING SENT OUT TO A WAR HE MIGHT LOSE, AND BECAUSE HE KNEW THE REPERCUSSIONS HE KEPT IT AWAY FROM YOU. ACCORDING TO EURYLUS, WHEN HE REALIZED WHAT THE ART WAS DOING TO DARIUS, HE MET WITH THE CHIEFS AND TRIED TO FIND A WAY TO BREAK THEIR LINK FROM THE SPELL, BUT THEY REALIZED THE ONLY WAY WRITTEN DOWN WAS FOR ONE OF THE TWO PARTIES TO DIE... AND DARIUS MADE HIS CHOICE." "STOP IT." His anger slowly got mixed up with the denial growing inside him. "EURYLUS HAD TRIED TO TAKE THE BLOW BUT THE CHIEFS SAW IT AS A WASTE TO LOSE A DRAGON THAN A HUMAN, BUT THE DECISION WAS ALSO A HARD TAKE BECAUSE DARIUS HAD MANAGED TO TAME THE STRONGEST

He chuckled, “I had high hopes of meeting my mate and learned what I needed to do to please her…you, and that included cooking.” “Wow, I am impressed.” I took a sip of chamomile tea. “So, you and your brother’s goal is to hopefully find mates?” “We are a dying race. We escaped Drakkon to survive and start over and yes that means mates too.” He grinned, “I need you to know, we don’t choose our mates. Our dragons decide who is our other half. And you were the one my dragon chose.” “How does the dragon decide?” “When we meet our mates, she has a special scent that calls to us. Much like yours called to me.”

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.

His lips press against my hands, and it’s as if he’s sealing a promise with that kiss. His declaration was delivered with the power of a king, one that echoes like a beautiful melody. The air is charged with an undeniable energy as he lays bare his feelings in front of everyone. “Long live the Dragon King Agnarr, holder of all titles!” I turn to look at Dagnoth, who has raised his sword. “Long live the Dragon Queen, Xendaya the Compassionate!” The chanting continues and I close my eyes as Agnarr cups my face, his lips colliding with mine once more…