روايات وقصص ضمن Dragon King's Son In Law

Draven's voice rang out, a note of irritation lacing his tone as he turned to confront his brother. Dexter stepped forward, saying, "I will not stand idly by while you usurp the throne that rightfully belongs to me." Dexter's father, King Cedric Gunner, roared with indignation, his voice echoing throughout the arena with authority. His eyes blazed with fury as he fixed his gaze upon Dexter, the son whom he had once cherished but now regarded with disdain.

If the dragon scales on his armor were anything to go by, then he must be from the dragon realm. Shouldn't dragons be more powerful than lycans? “Your woman? You're claiming my daughter right in my presence!” I swung around to stare at the blazing yellow eyes of my father. “Oh, apologies Ode–oh I should address you as father-in-law from now–” “Father-in-law? When did you marry my daughter, you impossible Lycan?! How dare you!” I could see the veins popping in my father’s head. “Father, please, calm down. He is the King!”

” The First King bowed until his forehead touched the earth. “Father of Dragons” The words spread like a prayer. Father of Dragons. The First Flame. The Dreaming King. Aurelion. The being from whom every dragon bloodline had descended. Aurelion’s gaze shifted toward Verath. Then Elara. A smile touched his ancient face. “My descendants.” Verath pointed at himself. “You mean me?” “And her.” Elara blinked. “Me too?” Aurelion nodded. “You have both inherited pieces of the beginning.” Verath looked utterly lost.

Nick looked away, careful not to give away his position. “Hello everyone,”, Grigo greeted the expanding crowd,”I would like to introduce you to the newest addition to our family of doctors, This is my middle son, Drago,” he gestured to the stoic man, who bowed his politely, in a way that was both respectful, and commanding. “The dragon,” she heard a female nurse whisper behind her. “No, it means dear one,” Madchen corrected her in a quiet tone. Wait, how did she know that. She had no clue how, but as sure as she was standing in the ICU now, Madchen knew it to be true.

It took me a moment but I quickly figured out who this giant of a man was. “Ah, my son, Kane.” My father started as he heard us coming towards them. The other man turned around and confirmed it. This was Chaze’s father, one of the three lords of the Dragon Tribe. “What are you doing here, father. I didn’t see your limo parked out front.” I wasn’t in the mood for his games. I could tell by the tone of his voice he supected foul play here. Always thinking that someone was out to betray him… He wasn’t wrong, he just could never prove it.

Fifteen steps later, they found themselves facing the grey dragon. Draco was sitting on the massive stone with unconscious Jamal on the ground. “You’re here?” He greeted Shadow and nodded at Malikul. “Where are the rest of you?” He found that Nathan, Ibrahim, and Ali were missing, therefore, he asked curiously. “The two kings have returned to their palace. Your son, on the other hand, has an errand to do.” Draco snorted in disbelief. “My son? Does the black dragon have an errand to do? Under whose command?” He puffed his chest, showing his massive body to them at the thought of being intimidated.

"I'm connected to the dragon and the beast hates it when you are together. Haven't you noticed that already?" Her brows furrowed, humour long gone. "Pamela is only cranky because she wants a mate. Once she gets one, she will lay eggs and act sane." "Of course, she" there was a laugh in his voice, it didn't feel so humorous though. "She. The dragon is a male, he is the King's brother, Nightshade. Do I have to take you back into the memory again?" Absolutely not. She wasn't in the mood for another made-up truth. She was here to find answers not have someone manipulate her even further.

A fragile mortal life was easy to snuff out, and that would kill the dragon because mated dragons always died shortly after their mates. "Good. We are at maximum capacity, but" Her voice trailed off, and her eyes widened as she stared at something over his shoulder. "Niki?" he queried. Her green eyes cut to his, and she whispered one word. "Drakor." He spun, instincts kicking in. Ruslan Drakor stood only a few feet away, grinning like the devil he was. As the eldest son of Dimitri Drakor, the head of the Drakor family, Ruslan was an arrogant bastard who believed he didn't have to abide by the terms of the treaty between the Barinov and Drakor families.

Chapter 3- Is he a rich young master? Um? Dan's face stunned. Others are also confused. "Why where are you? Can you stop for a moment?" Dan was bored to hear Anthony's voice. "Don't think your name and surname are the same as that young master of the Bezos family. You are the young master of the Bezos family? What are you?" "I tell you, the second son of that rich family, no matter how hard he is, you will not follow. This useless courier is Just a courier!"

“I see from your paperwork that you have no rank and no lair. How is that possible when your dragon is so rare that most people have never seen one.” “My grandfather was Lucas Grey, Sire of Aurora, Illinois. He was the first to merge with a gray dragon. My father was the younger son of twins, they both merged with gray dragons. The eldest son took over as Sire and his son, my cousin, is now the Sire of Aurora.” “Remarkable.” He hadn’t written anything down and I had to wonder why the King’s advisor was so easily accessible and involved with admissions. “Hence the no lair and no rank. My father moved away and lived his life, raising us and working on his farm.”