Dragon King's Son In Law Novels & Stories

After a lifetime of being underestimated and excluded, his ascent was just beginning. Let doubters like Vivian and his spiteful cousins continue sneering for now, he mused as he loosened his bow tie. Their mockery would turn to awe soon enough once his full ambitions were revealed. For he intended to claim a throne, not just a seat at the table. Several hours later, only a handful of stragglers remained. Tristan joined his grandfather Albert at the railing overlooking Avalon's glittering skyline. "You're playing your hand masterfully so far my boy," Albert remarked around his cigar, gruff pride evident in his tone. "The Titans' backing alone shakes up the established order."

He pointed at Aldridge's chest and then continued to poke him as he enunciated each word, "Does it make sense to you that such a low werewolf should take a position you or even I are fit for?" "You know how dangerous this period is for the King, yet you allowed someone who could simply be a spy. According to what I heard, he is Draegon's son. Do you even know what that means? You know Draegon very well. That man is part of the people who wants to end the King, even though they are weak, and now, his son is suddenly chosen to be the King's right-hand man." Iza paused and took a deep breath, exhaling sharply before he continued, but this time around, with a calm voice that didn't disperse the

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

A pause. "He is the last of the Draconis bloodline. His father died in the Border Wars, his mother — nobody speaks of his mother. He has ruled alone for four years and in those four years no kingdom has dared challenge him." She spoke quietly, like the walls might be listening. "He does not take a council. He does not explain his decisions. He has turned away eleven brides from eleven noble houses and nobody knows why." "Eleven." I met her eyes in the mirror. "What happened to them?"

Whoever had carried me to that hotel room could have been someone in Kael's circle. A cousin. A relative. A younger alpha. Someone whose blood would smell like family to the King. But I couldn't share that. Not before I had proof. "Who is the father?" he asked. "He lives far from here. A different pack." The words came smooth. Five years of practice. "You're raising a pup alone here. As a rogue." "Yes." He studied me for a long moment. Up close, his pine and cedar scent and something warmer underneath that made my blood hum.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

she shot back in a strained voice. The other people in the throne room stepped further away from the dragon. However, their curiosity got the better of them as they still stayed put wanting to see how the dragon killed the man. ‘I’m Prince Dragomir, son of Nikolaus…the old dragon king’, he said in his head again. The dragon did not react for a short while, after some time, however, he seemed to visibly relax. Dragomir reached for its large head and lightly rubbed soothingly. ‘I want to help you'

Freddy spoke again after seeing Duendera a little confused. "Who you really are ... You are the son of king Drieshan Keshin and queen Drieshan Vorina." Freddy's serious face said he said. Kei who was next to him was a little surprised to hear from Freddy. Duendera smiled knowing that the king's son was still alive and in front of her now, Kei should have asked her to call him by the name of the golden lord. Shima and grandmother gu's calmly listened.

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.