Chosen In Dragonfire Novels & Stories

"But I heard that the king's breeder would be chosen by the moon goddess and..." "Well, I think the queen will have no choice but to choose you herself. You are the only lady in our pack that fits the criteria of a queen. You have all the features of a queen, so she will have no choice but to pick you despite the moon goddess's choice," my stepmother cuts in and reassures. I heard Genesis' heartbeat slow down, which simply meant that she was no longer nervous. There was an announcement. The Alpha King's mother wants a breeder for the king. According to rumors, the king does not want a mate. He doesn't want a queen. It is said that the king hates contact with other beings, be they wolves, Lyc

“Well, making your Lycan come out usually takes some kind of emotion. You remember the battle during the Red Moon?” “Yeah.” “Well, you’re going to have to tap into some emotion to spark the change.” How the hell do I do that? I turned around to face the beautiful lake, as I tried to search my mind for something that is triggering for me. The one thing I could think of that always gets my heart racing is..sex. I mean I was balls deep on Talon when that hair appeared on my arms and freaked me the hell out. Well here goes nothing. “Hey babe?”

Kael’s gaze dropped to Adrien’s motionless body, and his smile widened. “And there it is, the perfect temptation. The dragon offered you the same choice it offered me, once upon a time. To devour or to surrender. Do you know which I chose?” Sera’s heart pounded, bile clawing at her throat. Kael’s voice lowered, rich and poisonous. “I devoured. And it was glorious.” The dragon reared, its roar shaking the cavern like thunder. Fire surged from its fractured body, molten heat rolling toward Kael like a tidal wave. Kael didn’t flinch. He simply raised a hand. The flames bent.

“I choose all three.” The words land like a strike of lightning. Storm surges not outward, not violent just present, ancient and undeniable. “I choose Draven,” I say, turning slightly. “For his restraint. His loyalty. His willingness to kneel when power tells him to stand.” Draven’s throat works. He doesn’t look away. “I choose Daemon,” I continue, my gaze shifting. “For his fire. His defiance. For loving fiercely even when it terrifies him.”

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came

Every time I hesitated, the dragon flared bright. I was not a slave. I was not his. I was chosen by the mate I’d taken, by the ancient blood coursing through this land, by something older than either of us. And I would not be broken.

Dragons | Dark romance | Hate to love | Stockholm Syndrome | Slave | Psychopath | Spicy When Hazel accidentally presses the wrong button on her father's invention, she is transported to another realm. A realm with mythical creatures, a realm where dragons exist. She is captured straight away and imprisoned by the King of Dragons as slave. The dragon inside Zyndrahr already knows it. His new slave is his most valuable possession he has ever owned. But no dark ruler will bend his knees to a mere human. He hates her, despises her, but can't seem to get rid of her. She speaks weird words and does things to strange, she doesn't seem from this time. Zyndrahr keeps her as a slave and for

“I would never bind myself to a man who wants to kill members of my thunder. I am a queen, yes, but I am queen of this dragon thunder. I have made my choice, and I chose the dragons.” I watch as his face screws up in fury. “You would rather live with this filth than in a castle? You ungrateful brat! I didn’t raise you like this!” he yells. “No, you didn’t! You raised me to do, say, and act exactly like you wanted me to. I’ve never felt more free than I have since I’ve lived out here in the wild. I would chose the dragons and this thunder over you and the high walls of a castle any day. The best thing I ever did was steal Cyryl’s egg and give it back to the dragons,” I say.

Why would he suddenly give them so much? “So that I feel no guilt for what is going to happen to you. You see, my sister is here. There is this mistake that people always make. They always assume that because she has followed me all her life, I am protecting her. It is the opposite.” Komfo Anokye took a step froward, bringing himself only a few inches away from Dragon King Bast. With a smirk he told the Dragon Lord, “She was chosen by Kerith, not me” “She was handpicked by the Dragon’s Tears; not me”

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.