Dragon King Name Novels & Stories

He frowns slightly. “I have only ever heard of something like it. The stories of the past say it is the sign of the true ruler… They say the very first Dragon was born with a gold crown engraved into his forehead. I thought it was a fable… a myth, but we are proof that it is not a myth,” Agnarr says, brushing his fingers across my forehead. “Also, I think it suited you perfectly. Yet another sign that you are all I need and I was right in making you the Drækaari.” His face becomes serious and I tilt my head.

Then she looked up at us and patted the floor in invitation. Neither of us moved. She shrugged. “Very well. Be formal and uncomfortable.” Despite everything, I almost smiled. Then her expression sharpened. “Everything was planned by Elias’s older brother.” The humor vanished from the room. “Darius.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. She continued. “He used the dragon form. Not as preference, but as identity. Power. Spectacle. He crowned himself King of the Dragons long before any crown formally touched his head.” Images flickered in the air above her as she spoke—memory answering truth. A man in gleaming scales, vast wings spread over kneeling crowds, fire in his throat and pride in

He loomed over me, his long figure blocking the faint light above, casting a dark shadow over his face. I couldn't make out his features, but his hot breath made my skin crawl with dread. “Hello, little Sarah,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. His words echoed off the cold walls of the cave. “You don't know me but I've heard so much about you. And I've been waiting for this moment. My name is Drako. And you, my dear, are going to make me immortal and powerful.” Drako? Why does the name sound familiar?

By dragon’s power, King Eric and King Jumuck defeated various kingdoms in the world. “Argo!!! What are you doing? Cut them both off. Let their heads roll at my feet. I want my shoes on the head of the Great King Darian!” King Eric shouted. The dragon, which was the incarnation of Argo, flipped over. His initially yellowish-green eyes turned reddish-yellow. Argo showed his anger.

She knew by then that she lost her dragon mate. With the death of the Duke, the dragon kingdom mourned but at the same time became thankful. The Duke’s death pacified their hearts knowing that the castle will continue to exist in peace. A week after, the wedding of the Hybrid King and his new Hybrid Queen happened, and the whole dragon realm rejoiced. They all rejoiced further after a few months when the new hybrid queen gave birth to a son. The hybrid king named his son, Dreeko. ======================== THE END ============================

“I saw your eyes glow and… smoke. You were breathing smoke.” He shuffled his feet as he looked over at me with an intense expression, "Well… my name is Kieran. Kieran Dzianis, known to the world as the heir to the Dzianis fortune. But really…" he paused, allowing his eyes to glow as he watched me. I sat up on the couch reacting to him revealing who he was. "I am actually a dragon." "What?" I scoffed in disbelief thinking this was all just one big joke to get me to bring my walls down brick by brick. How could this be? "You look very human to me."

Drake agreed. They both shook their hands. Everyone sighed with relief. "I am Drake Hamilton, the king of the winter Realm" Drake introduced himself. "Nice meeting you Mr. Hamilton. I am Blaze Black, the king of the dark realm. And you already met my brother" Blaze pointed towards Brandon who bowed in front of Drake, sensing the power the orange Dragon possesses. "Yes, I already met him. Nice meeting you Brandon" Drake said politely. "It's a pleasure your highness" Brandon replied.

"You're not allowed in! I've already told Clara to report to the adjudicator that you're feeling unwell and can't compete." His words hit me like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. I stared at him in disbelief. "Who gave you the right to decide for me? I earned this spot with my own ability!" Erik sneered and looked at me contemptuously. "On the grounds that I'm your mate and the clan's Dragon King! You're just an ordinary human. How could you possibly compare with all these elite dragons? "You took advantage of my name to get ahead, yet you have the nerve to say you earned this spot yourself? You even took it upon yourself to cut off our soul bond. Since you're this malicious, then

His face was pale and he blinked his eyes. "What the fuck." Ace sneered and charged towards him. "Dude.. what you did? You know them?" That man said pointing his finger towards us. "Leave them. Don't You know Him? The DRK. He...He is a real monster. What have you done? He is called the Dark king. If... if they are related to Him anyhow...." looking at Ace's face, he said with a terrified face, "We are doomed. No.... we are dead. Painfully, lethally." He was shaking his head frantically.

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be