Dragon King Bride Novelas e Histórias

"What about him?" The messenger smiled. "His Majesty would like to meet him." Pandora burst out laughing. I stared at her. "This isn't funny." "It absolutely is." "No, it isn't." "Maria, the king wants an audience with a dragon who steals bread." When she said it like that, it did sound ridiculous. Unfortunately, it was still happening. The messenger bowed his head. "His Majesty requests your presence tomorrow morning." I looked down at Stiles. The tiny dragon blinked up at me. Not a single thought behind those bright eyes. Just happiness and his growing curiosity. He was just being….Stiles.

When the cold winds of winter blow, the Dragon God is said to make its presence known. “That’s not true,” I tell him, tugging at his hair to tease him. I've been doing it a lot lately. Thalon often becomes frustrated, but he knows he cannot act against me since I am the Dragon God's bride. “Levabonne is watched over by the omnipresent Dragon God everyday.” “You're only saying that 'cause you're the sacrifice.”

The red hair bride replied, “We might give birth to eggs since this is a dragon kingdom.” Nora cut their talks with her frustrating words, “That’s the matter should be worried by the bride who was chosen by our crown prince. Not you.” All the brides were irritated and Ash coloured hair bride told her, “What does a warrior doing in the group of brides? Does the warrior think she might be picked for her sword?” The brunette bride replied the ash hair bride, “She is been following our crown prince like a puppy but he doesn’t even gave his grace to this warrior.”

His eyes locked on mine so intensely that a delightful shudder ran through my body. "The wish is to meet the promised bride and only marry her if he believes she is the one for him. It's the Dragon King's wish." "So the Son follows the Dragon King's command," I said, intrigued. "Yes, the son did as his father requested of him and uncovered the location of the promised bride. When the son meets the promised bride, he immediately falls in love with her." "Does that make her a dragon?" I inquired, curiosity piqued. "I haven't figured that part out yet, but I can say she is someone special and a strong woman who complements him and stands strong against all odds," Drake said with pride.

Not 'My love' or 'Beloved,' but Irene. He closed his eyes for a split second, taking a deep breath. Then he opened them again. "Yes, I have concubines,' he said. "I do not deny it. According to the royal tradition, if a Dragon King were to lose his queen, he was to take concubines. However, if the stars bestowed him another queen, the concubines were to be given to other men." Something in his explanation tugged at my heart. "What do you mean, lose his queen?" I asked.

" Rydstorm coaxed. Catori bravely walked across the rest of the air bridge, then let out a breath. Rydstrom was still astonished at how quickly the small female before him was accepting this new lifestyle. Any normal person would have laughed or act out after finding out about the existence of dragons. Then again, she wasn't so normal. But whatever it was that caused his bride to be so brave, he hoped it all goes well. He even sent a silent prayer that nothing comes between them. He already cared for her and would lay his life down on the line for her. The two walked hand in hand to the first area, which was the meeting room.

Amara was to be sacrificed as the Dragon bride. She had been raised for this; she had known this day would come. The village had gathered at the base of the black stone altar, whispering prayers in great terror, the dragon of the Mountains, Draco. She stood all dressed in white with her wrists tied up with a red ribbon that marked her as a sacrifice. Her red hair spilled around her, and her green eyes were filled with fear. Every step toward the altar was a step toward death. Her knees trembled, but the villagers pushed her forward, up the steps until she stood alone at the centre of the cold altar.

Astrid, utterly spellbound, surrendered to an inexplicable attraction that defied all logic, succumbing to the irresistible charm that drew her deeper into his seductive web. Her attention then shifted to the right-hand page of the spread, where the formidable Dragon King, Phoenix Bronte Decker, graced the page. Astrid's attraction to this dragon was a complex interplay of fascination and admiration. His cryptic allure, akin to a magnetic force of nature, pulled her in like a moth to a flame. His rich, chocolate-colored skin exuded warmth and depth, capturing her attention not just physically but through the aura of ancient wisdom and power that enveloped him.

The wedding would not be open to the public. The reason was simple. His bride was shy and did not want to meet too many strangers. Even the beast kings who were close to him must take human forms and hide their beast aura. They were not allowed to frighten his bride. All the beastfolk wanted to see what the Dragon King’s wife looked like. But on the wedding day, when they finally saw her, they were shocked. She was the very queen the Snake King had been desperately searching for. I had no idea what they were thinking behind those looks. I only knew their stares made me uneasy. I tugged at Auron’s sleeve and asked, “Why are your relatives acting so strange? Did they realize I’m not human?”

"Alpha Aiden, I was thinking if you had changed your mind regarding this wedding party." Sharriah heard a voice said, slowly turning to face the voice, she saw a man with a long red royal robe and a crown rested upon his head, it wasn't hard to decipher that he was the dragon king, Sharriah felt a shudder ran through her, the man spoke with authority and grace. "And who is the beautiful princess we have here." The dragon king said, now focusing his attention on her. Slowly Sharriah bowed down a little to honor him, it wasn't what she was forced to do, giving him honor was what she should do.