Dragon King's Son In Law Novels & Stories

“Uncle Primus…” But my uncle, King Primus Majere, isn’t listening. He’s taken his bipedal form, dressed again as the courtier that the False Queen demanded, his hand tightly wrapped around the neck of a young man with long black hair. As I watch, the man begins to change, his hair flowing and white, his eyes shining silver. It’s Atremi. He’s come to meet us. “YOU BASTARD!!” The Dragon King snarls, his tail whipping around him as he pins another drake to the ground. “You killed my wife! You killed Carnelia, and now you will die with her!”

The words that had been on the tip of Jericho's tongue got stuck there. He stared blankly at Alfredo, wanting to ask, "Dad, do you even hear yourself right now?" Instead, he cleared his throat and said, "Dad, there's someone else who came with Sheena. Reginald's son, Andrew." Alfredo's hand froze mid-polish on the sword. "Interesting! Reginald's son, the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince, inheritor of the Lloyd family ancestors' totem. He's supposedly even more outrageous than Sheena.

"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

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

I felt curious. "For a while, mostly because my foster sister is mated to Arman Pendragon, the dragon king," he said, and I lifted my eyebrows in surprise. So, he was technically part of the royal family, if not by blood, by bond and association. Impressive, now he has earned my respect.

“Elara, no child can tame a dragon. Dragons are rare. Most people never even see one.” Liora crossed her arms and looked at Auren with disdain. “And how old is this child? Why is he so small?” “Elara, even if you are angry with Lucian, you should have raised his child properly. You cannot neglect him like this.” “My son is not Lucian’s child.” I looked at them coldly. “He can ride dragons because his father is Kael Drakon, the Supreme Dragonlord.” “And I am Kael Drakon’s wife.”

Zhao Feng, the young fellow driver of the bus, said in shock, "Yes, Yang Xiao from the Central Plains is a live-in son-in-law. Is my idol not only a son-in-law, but also the master of Dragon Gate?" "Really?" All the Jiangnan people present were shocked. The leader of Dragon Gate, the biggest mysterious organization in the world, was a live-in son-in-law? Was he talking nonsense? Bai Hongtu, the Old Dragon King of the Bai family, glared at Bai Xinghai and Bai Qiong. "How dare you! How dare you be rude to the Dragon Lord! Do you think you have a long life?"

I watched as the boy continued to fall, expecting his brain would splatter on the ground seconds later, but then, he suddenly levitated inches away from the ground and the grown man flew near him. “You will never become the king of the dragons. You will never become my successor. You are worthless. You are a pathetic excuse for a son. If only your mother didn’t undergo that blood ritual with that bitch wolf, you wouldn’t be like this.” I was surprised to learn of this knowledge. The grown man was the dragon king, and this lanky boy was the heir—or used to be. My father would kill for this information, I bet, and knowing him, he’d probably charge the second they put their guards down.

When he sees that none of his words were getting to me, he changed his tactic. “So you are going to kill a defenseless man, I thought you were the all-powerful hybrid, let's make this a fair fight,” he shouted. “Sorry, that offer has ended a long time ago, and for your information, I was never born a bastard. My name is Ivar Owens, first of his kind, heir and the only true-born King of all the Alpha kingdoms” I said, as I stretched forth my fingers and a light went out of them and entered his body.

He was slowly starting to feel it’s effect. “Give it up, dragon. You’re no match for us. Make it easy for all of us. We are going to go after your family anyways.” The vampire king told him. “You have a son of your own! Wouldn’t you protect him if his life was threatened?” Drake asked him. The vampire king nodded. “You are a good father but unfortunately that won’t save you. Don’t worry about your daughter. I’ll raise her until she is old enough to be my guinea pig.” He told him.