Dragon King Cyoa Novels & Stories

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

I sighed again. “WHAT?!” Ayla nervously asked me. “Exactly what my reaction too. JD is explaining to them everything about Dark Knight. Be ready to have cousins on our agents.” I seriously told Ayla. “Oh no…” she muttered and shook her head. I hug her again. Things just got complicated. I knew that something bad may happen. And it did. I sighed again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 3RD PERSON Cupid is munching chips as he tries to hack the electric fence of Black Dragon’s place. Atlas is just lying down beside him.

That’s also why he didn’t confiscate the wine. The two men waved goodbye to the King and got undressed, “Race you there!!” Yelled Yale right before he shifted into his magnificent blue dragon. Clay smiled mischievously as he shifted and followed him once, transforming into his green dragon. The two raced each other through the night sky. The stars and the moon were both bright, and they lit up the night sky. Clay raced towards Yale, flying under him. Yale huffed and flew higher, trying to beat him to the peak.

And then it came, tearing the fragile silence apart. A roar—no, the roar—exploded across Qombinia, rolling over the city like thunder born inside a mountain. It hurled birds from the palace roofs and froze hearts mid-beat. People who had never seen a dragon dropped to their knees instinctively; those who had knew the sound could only belong to one being in the realm. King Drakonios. Omni Draco. Last of the Eternal Brood.

Everyone thought I was deeply in love with Erik Pendragon, including Erik himself. Because of that, he had no qualms about hurting me again and again, forgetting that we were only bound by a contract. Once the contract ended, I would be free. Clara Beech leaned into Erik's arms. As if showing off, she lifted her hand to brush back her hair, revealing the ring that marked her identity as the Dragon Queen. Her eyes were full of a victor's pride and provocation.

Ackley squeaked, his wrinkled forehead collapsing into a grimace, his eyes two pools of dread. The whole table watched a young girl intimidating the Oak King who appeared to be far older than her both in age and knowledge. Maybe that was the reason he backed down from a fight he couldn't win. "That will be better for your health." With a twisted smile, Esmeray gave Ackely's shaking hand a warning pat before turning around and facing the man of the hour she had initially come for. A Being who was war in himself, the man who held more power than any other King present on the table, Aidan Draco the Rightful King of Dragons.

"So this year, as I have calculated, the anniversary ball will be organized by King Lucius. The same king, who for so many years, pretends to know nothing about the gem. I had a lot of patience. This time will be his last. And it will be the day of the ball. But first, I need to talk to my queen. Drake?” I hear him call me, and I walk until I am in front of him, and then he continues: "Take this sealed note." I see Brantley coming towards me, holding a wrapped papyrus in his hand. He has remained as a human too, and I know he does not like it at all. He wishes to have remained in his standard form like a dragon. He extends his hand to me, giving me the papyrus which, as I see it, is sealed w

AZALEA'S POV “That isn’t true. He accepts you, but you need to prove to him that you are his son. You need to win the fight, and I know you can because this is what you were born to do. Deep down, you’ve always known it, and now it’s been confirmed. You are Clayton Beast Draxlar, future King of the Lycans and Prince of Draxlar, realm to the most powerful dragons in the universe. Show him that you are his son and show everyone that you are not to be messed with,” I told him.

Elena or the dragon? A/N

I washed my face in the basin the servant had left and changed into the second set of clothes from my travel bag and sat at the writing desk by the window and watched the sky outside shift from black to the deep purple-blue of early dawn over mountains. There was paper on the writing desk. And ink. And a pen. I picked up the pen and held it for a moment. Then I began to write. Dear Lyra. I am alive. I know you will not receive this because I have no way to send it but I need to write it anyway. I am alive and I am in the east wing of the Dragon King's palace and I have not been eaten or killed or whatever else we imagined would happen. The king is exactly as terrifying as every story said an