Dragon King Name Novels & Stories

The wagon reaches the entrance of the fortress building, and waiting right there at the entrance, standing alone like a shadow carved from the night itself, is a man in black armor lined with gold and a kingly crown upon his head. His presence is so powerful that it can be felt like cold mist dew sinking directly into my veins. Even the soldiers around me seem to tense at his presence. This man must be Azraelyrs. The Dragon King of Drakarith.

A young dragon, the size of a small cat and wreathed in silver fire, burst out with an air of pure dominance. Its golden eyes were filled with an innate love for me and an endless killing intent for my enemy. Mommy! A tiny but fierce voice echoed in my mind. It was Adrian! Who dares touch my mommy! The young dragon opened its small mouth, and a beam of concentrated silver dragon-fire, as fast as lightning, shot out. The crazed look on Isabella’s face froze. She didn’t even have time to scream. Her entire being, along with her circle of trash, was incinerated into motes of dust by the purifying dragon-fire, utterly erased from the world.

he began. I immediately interrupted, asking, "Who came for you, by the way? You've not even told me what your name is." He chuckled as he replied, saying, "My name is Fire Lord Golem, King of the Dragons." A jolt of shock thundered down my spine, but I struggled to maintain composure, swallowing hard and clearing my throat. "And you?" He asked, piercing me with a gaze that nearly made me lose control, as he further shifted my scattered hair, to reveal my face more clearly.

He placed a hand against his chest with exaggerated politeness. “Please forgive my manners. Who walks into someone’s house without introducing himself?” James stared at him in disbelief. Dragon smiled. “My name is Dragon Dragon.” He paused, waiting as though expecting someone to react. “Yes, Dragon is actually my name. My father’s name was Dragon too, so he named me after himself. Very creative man, my father.” He shrugged. “I also had a twin brother. Had.” His smile faded for only a second. “He died after Astrid here bit him.”

This is a cavern of a room, more like a cave than a palace, dripping and moist, the only truly elegant thing is the throne of solid platinum and the bold dragon who sits upon it. Maximus, the Dragon King, Master of the 7 kingdoms of Luxandra, and Champion of the Sun Wars. My father. I have been waiting since I arrived last night, neither dismissed nor welcomed. The great blood dragon doesn't sleep at night, preferring to do his business by starlight and rest during the day. Some believe it is so he can be closer to his queen, who left two hundred years ago to reclaim her place as supreme queen of the heavens. Few know the truth.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

“Drakun.” The dragon made a sound like a snort of approval. “Drakos Drakun.” To the surprise and horror of everyone watching; the king, the soldiers who stood guarding him, the noblemen and their families, the prince and the princess, Llod and Hegi, the dragon’s serpentine eyes closed and it bowed its head and pushed it into her hand. Mare released a shaky breath and let her fingers fold over the tough scales. She closed her eyes. The surge of warmth within her was now a dull burn in her heart. This dragon was hers.

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

"Your majesty, during my adventure in Lukedonia, I discovered some things about that city. In the dragon world, the king of dragons is known as Drakon.” the red-hooded man explains. “The Drakon rules over the affairs of all dragons and is responsible for ensuring the peace among humans, demi-humans, and beasts with the dragons. There is however one rule which every Drakon dragon on the throne must obey.

"No one had any problem with them except for some group of people. These people feared for their lives and thought that dragons would end the human race. They formed a group with like-minded people and called themselves hunters." Avery's mouth parted at that, but fortunately, she didn't interrupt. For once, Beth was glad for that, continuing her story. "Keith was the first of them. They made him the head and started to call him Leader Keith." "Leader Keith" Avery rolled the name off her mouth, flinching when Beth pinned her with a glare. She made the action of zipping her lips and asked her Aunty to continue further. "Your Highness, Javier was the son of the King—a dragon Prince inherited fr