Dragon Blood Divine Son-in-law 소설 & 이야기

She had never expected to be given a choice. "If you choose to continue this marriage, you'll have to come with me to the Sea Dragon Kingdom. I can't stay here. Robert will handle the affairs on land. The matters of the kingdom are far more important." "Wait... the Sea Dragon Kingdom? What do you mean?" "I'm the prince of the Sea Dragon Clan." Alex paused before continuing. "My father was the Dragon King. Since he's gone, I've become the king now. We maintain a presence in both worlds as a precaution against future threats, ensuring that our people always have a place to seek refuge."

The pain kept clawing at my insides, but the agony wasn't entirely overwhelming because I could feel Levi through the mate bond. That was when I looked at him and realized he was on the ground beside me, suffering the same fate as me. His breathing was uneven, and his face had gone pale. With obvious effort, he lifted his head and glared at Drahzar. "What did you do?" Drahzar let out a low, mocking laugh, thoroughly enjoying our pain. "I'll gladly explain.” He slowly turned his cold, calculating gaze to Sera. “I got my lovely daughter here," he gestured to her, “to get just a tiny drop of Brooks blood for a ritual, using a needle she pricked her with.”

I knock the blade from his hand, sending it clattering down the stairs and I pin him against the banister, pressing the edge of my dagger to his throat. “You think you carry Nightwalker blood because of your cursed father?” I hiss back into his mind. “You are nothing, Drake. I carry the blood of the Nightwalker and the Moon Goddess.” His eyes widen. “That makes me the true heir. Lord of all. You were never more than a failed experiment.” His anger shows and his cheeks darken with blood. He is not a true animal of the jungle or he would recognize the king of kings when he saw it.

She could see the weight in his eyes, and she was ready to carry it with him. “My father… King Dracula… he was once the most powerful king our world had ever seen,” Draven began, his voice laced with reverence and pain. “He feared no one. He taught me everything I know—how to fight, how to win, how to rule. To me and my brother, he was the best father anyone could ask for.” Draven paused, his eyes darkening. “But he was never my mother’s mate.” Aurora’s eyes widened. Queen Lilith… wasn’t his true mate? The news hit her like a thunderclap. She had always assumed the royal pair were bound by fate.

Maybe it’s a dragon thing. “Ryder, my boy. I am so happy to see you escaped hell. I couldn’t see you there and I was simply being driven mad not knowing if you were okay or not.” Selene reached over and patted the back of my hand. “Yeah, it actually wasn’t so bad. Drake kept me company.” “Ah… Drake… the son of Hades. Really that boy should take Hade’s spot on the council. He has more sense than his father has ever had.” Selene looked towards Typhon as she spoke.

They had come expecting a spectacle—dragonfire, a roar, the kind of fury only a warlord could deliver. Instead, they got only to listen to the sound—the wet crack of bone, the slump of a body hitting stone—save for the few standing low enough on the steps, or high enough on the terrace to overlook the spectacle. And that terrified them more. There was no fire. No roar. No spectacle. Just the Dragon Warlord—silent, brutal, precise—closing the distance and driving his claws through the man’s chest like it was always meant to end this way. His father-in-law didn’t scream. There wasn’t time.

he said slowly, “that you do not know the way of the dragon.” Ronan’s hand shifted beside mine. I touched his fingers before he could speak. Not because I wanted to excuse Spiro. Because I needed the answer before his tone became the whole fight. Spiro noticed. His eyes flicked to our hands, then returned to my face. He seemed to understand he had stepped close to insult, because when he spoke again, his voice was controlled, though not soft. “King Tobias is half Phantom wolf,” he said. “But he is also of dragon blood. Bound by dragon law. A dragon takes one mate in a lifetime. One. Not two. Not a replacement. Not a political second chosen to soothe councils or please bloodlines.”

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

Lady Briseis retorted. “Are you sure it was her?” Lord Stevano asked, his voice laced with panic. “Well she has the same eyes, one blue and one purple, and she bares the dragon mark, she definitely has the ferocity of a dragon,” Lady Briseis gently touched her cheek where Seraphina had slapped her earlier. Lord Stevano was visibly flustered. “We can’t kill her now, if she is the dragon, it will be impossible. You, you daughter, you need to use the Prince to get to her!” “And how, pray tell father am I to do that? She is his fated lover, he wouldn’t even look at me earlier,” Lady Briseis spat her words.

I explain. “It all makes sense now. I was always faster than the others and could hide from them. The only one that was faster than me is that little slut that the twins are mated to.” Chelsea states. I smile when I see her rub her belly. The child is not Drazian’s. I watch Drakar place his hand over hers. He is her true mate. He is the son of my previous beta and my godson. He is also a vampire/dragon hybrid. His father was a dragon, and his mother was a vampire. Unfortunately, we lost her during his birth. It was too much for her body to give birth to him. I have no idea how Chelsea pulled it off, but she never once slept with Drazian. I honestly don’t want to know how she mad