Dandelion Dynasty Books Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading 'Death Among The Dandelions!' This is my first ever original novel that I've written. I've really enjoyed writing this, hopefully, you enjoyed reading this! This is also my first ever book on Goodnovel. Thank you for reading to the end. Credits go to my best friend Lily for creating the amazing front cover! She's an amazing writer too, go support her on Wattpad! Her account is @lilypadsxfrogs.

I cover my mouth to stifle a yawn, and shake my head. "I will happily work with the lycan and vampire kingdoms to end the likes of Dagon, and his allies. The dragon kingdom has kept to itself to avoid war and exposure to humans, we want peace. But since Rhys' mother was taken from us last year, it's been hard." Draig watches his son laugh as Phoenix giggles at Aiden grabbing the book and trying to chew on it.

“Emperor of Realms, tamer of toddlers. A nobler feat than any war.” Elianna kissed Drakonios’s cheek. “And now,” she whispered, “we raise them—all of us.” --- (All chapters closed. Thank you for sharing this journey! 💜)

After a thousand years, it is the first time the lips of the dragon prince touched human lips. The Dragon Prince Executive Secretary Venal, also his 14th guardian thought Dryzen order something dreadful for petite Dahlia. Ever since Dryzen e came to the human world, he was irritable to women, if it wasn't the sole he loved the most, Helena. In surprised, Dryzen let it pass. There is something in his mind he was going to do with Dahlia. After the accident Dahlia finished the manuscript untitled. She thought for a title, and she remember the deadly gazed of the man who save her. The Lonely Eyes was finally inscribed as the title of the novel.

Yasvie had become his entire life. Danyel went to see his father. “Your Majesty, is it true that you have arranged a marriage for me, as a reward for something?” Danyel asked politely. “Yes, my son. You are at the age which I married your mother. Now it is your time.” “But father, I don’t even know anything about that person. How can I allow myself to be married to a stranger? And her kingdom is not familiar either.” Danyel argued. “Werto is located far away. But we have our blood in there. My cousin Artha was its queen once. And she’s the mother of your future wife. Winddane, tell the prince what you’ve found about her.”

She said as she stretched out her hand to receive his. She scanned the room briefly and found no signs of Hydra or Lord Earn. Have they abandoned her? She asked herself with panic building in her chest. Last she remembered, Lord Earn was on his way to the dais to talk to the King. The music began suddenly, Prince Caspian grabbed Larissa's hand firmly as they began to waltz. Spinning and circles and shuffling their feet to the slow, rhythmic music. It was perfect, but even so more when their eyes met.

Towards A Happy Ending … “’Damiel’…” Laila, who looked at the book, too, read the author’s name. “Hey, wasn’t he Prince Damiel who ascended the throne after his father the king’s earlier passing and so he became the second king of the East Kingdom?” she said.

Once he notices me, he straightens his posture. "Follow me, your highness,” he says. I nod in response trailing behind him, as he leads me down the hall. He leads me out of the castle, and down a stone path into what looks like a flower garden. There are rows of flowers lining either side of the stone path. I admire how I have never seen flowers that appeared to kiss the sky as boldly as the cobalt cornflowers. They raise themselves from the earth as if they were some magic trick turning the timid earth into steady and brilliant flames. But the blue is abruptly interrupted by the yellow of the dahlias. They are the sort of yellow that glows from a homely hearth, it warms you inside just to s

Maxime explained. “The dynasty’s luck lasted only a few decades, as if it was cursed. Therefore, it came to no surprise that the Thaeria Dynasty’s luck gave birth to the Souleater Grimoire. There was a time when the Vraniel Dynasty was at its prime. The Song of the Empire should have been born during that time.” “There is nothing unusual about this. Now, we shouldn’t think about all of these,” Maxime continued. “We should talk about how to acquire the second book.”

He ran his fingers along the spines of the oldest books, scanning for anything that might tell him about Daniel’s past. His pulse thundered in his ears. And then—he found it. A book with no title. Its leather cover blackened, scorched, as if it had barely survived a fire. Rigel opened it. And his breath stopped. There—written in ink so dark it looked like dried blood—was the story of Daniel’s past life. A prince. A warrior. A cursed being, feared and revered in equal measure. And a betrayal that had led to his fall. A name.