Dragon Kings Son In Law Novels & Stories

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.

Dhari revealed. "Hmm, why waste our time? Let's go meet him and start scouting for Koni" Drake muttered. After an hour, Drake is sitting in the office of the Dragon King of the dark realm. When Mason first told him about the dark realm, he thought it would be filled with orthodox old Dragons. But to his surprise, as soon as they announced who they are, the guards alerted the higher-ups, and immediately the brother of the king came to escort them towards the palace. When he saw how young the younger brother of the King is, he could roughly guess that the Dark King is a young man, not the old Orthodox person he was expecting.

The King growled slamming his hands on the armrest looking pissed and enraged. "Try to even touch my mate and I'll rip your eyes out! Don't forget that she has a crazy brother!" Draken snarled as the King gnashed his molars. "Throw them ìn the dungeons!" The King barked as they were dragged away from there but before the door closed. Draken got a glimpse of the King slapping his daughter.

“Stop!... Everything is going to be just fine! We have everything we need and so much more. Of course, we're both going to mess up, but we're going to learn from our mistakes and do better. We're not perfect, no one is! But you will never fail at being a dad! You are going to be the best dad ever!... You are having a dragon, I can smell him, his scent is strong… But even if you weren't having a dragon, I would still be thrilled and love him just as much because he is my son. Our son being a dragon is just a bonus, not a requirement.” Atticus wiped the tears that flowed from Harris’ eyes. The Dragon King leaned forward and kissed Harris' forehead. When he pulled back he saw the Golden eyes of

At 42 years old, he has entered the first stages of puberty, still too young by the standards of most to settle down, but also too frisky to expect anything less. As he grows into a fully-developed drake, many of the unattached dragons under the age of 100 have been vying for his affection. He is, after all, exceptionally handsome, powerful, and the son of the Queen. “So how was she,” Ona chuckles as she watches her son try to gather himself. “They were incredible,” he laughs out loud. She snorts, rolling her eyes but laughing inside. Before she found Daax again, she was known for her…entanglements.

I snorted at him when I suddenly realized his price for wanting to help me. I knew there was a catch for him from the onset, I can't believe he wants to become king. Black never does anything without wanting another thing in return, even if I think that he would be the right person to fight for the throne due to his strength, but I also fear that he might become too power-drunk and this will affect my position as the Luna. "Then be prepared to have your son marry that witch and make her his queen. You know if your guess is right as mine, you will be kicked out of this palace at the slightest opportunity she gets," Black said bluntly not minding the effect his words may have on me.

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

"And you are?" "I'm Hudson Reagle. My father is Zachariah," Hudson said with a fawning smile. Drake remembered that name. He nodded and said calmly, "Yes, I know your father. Well, carry on.” Although the Reagles were rich, their status was far inferior to Drake's, so they were not that close. Drake said a few perfunctory words before leaving with his subordinates in tow. Even so, Hudson felt proud of himself. He said smugly, "Did you see that? Mr. Hughes knows my father well, just as I said."

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?"

The table left a creaking sound, it got broken. Draco was a very deadly vampire. And talking about the lethal bloodsuckers, they had the most strongest army and they had the superior vampire kings. Every clan in the underworld always paid homage to the king, Vladimir so that they never get on his bad side. The only reason I am living amongst human under the protection of a secret house was because my clan got on his bad side. I hold Jo grudge against him because I knew it was nothing to dream of, his brother Lawst was extremely powerful and he was under the king and protected the clan. I heard he had a strong son, who was stronger than him. Rumors have spread within the few days that his son