Novel & Cerita Dragon Marked Series

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

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My fist clenched so hard that frost spread across the desk. He exhaled loudly. “You know how powerful he is, Draven. If you suppress Karl for long, he'll force control…it will be catastrophic.” I knew that already, better than anyone. Karl is not like other dragons. He is stronger, more violent and far less stable which was exactly why women died around me. I finally turned to Ariel “That...is exactly why I will stay away from her.” His brows pulled together. “You think distance will solve this?” “Yes.”

He beckoned me over. I walked to the corpse of the assassin, the one with the poison spear. Drax was holding the rogue's arm up. He had ripped the tattered sleeve away to reveal the forearm. There, branded into the greyish skin, was a tattoo. It was a black circle with a jagged red lightning bolt cutting through it. "I know this mark," Drax said, his voice grim. "It’s the sigil of the Iron Hounds. Malakar’s elite guard from the old wars."

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

"Your mom? She brainwashed me, not just that she wants Kade to suffer at the hands of a filthy dragon!" At this point his was moving closer to the twins and he has to do something before the two two man barely holding their shit together, flip. Burning the weak chains, the metal denatured and freed the man. "HI... We are yet to formally introduced. I am Brandon, the dragon, the father of the fetus you just tried to end and Kade's fated." The monster laughed turning his back on his daughters. "The spine and audacity you have, beast! Your kind should have been wiped out by the weak destroyed many years ago."

King Adarath’s voice rings out. Talon immediately darts forward, slamming his head into Kailo’s chest and knocking him onto his back. Talon locks his jaws around his opponent’s neck, the sharp teeth piercing through the tough scales, but only for a few moments. Kailo throws him off and attempts a slash at Talon’s chest but catches his shoulder instead. Blood, so dark it looks black, flows onto the dirt from both dragons’ wounds but both appear to be undeterred. I close my eyes and bury my face in my hands. “This is going to be a long and brutal fight.”

Hoka lowered his hand and sighed. "She could still be attached to Randall. The ritual used was very dark like I said before, she touched death," Hoka said sullenly. Faelon touched the tip of his new fang with his tongue. "Thanks," he mumbled and Hoka told him, "No problem." Hoka got up and gave Faelon his phone number.

“Can’t you feel the power? Even our high priests have come out of hiding for this day. What a great honor.” Looking where she is indicating I see that amongst the standing throng are drakes and drakaina with the markings of high rank, their faces painted in bright gold swirls, golden tattoos on their arms detailing their lineage and skill. They are similar to the moon dragon’s warrior priests, skilled in both combat and healing arts. And now they want to make me, a stranger to their land and ways, their queen. All because of my lineage and something else--something that Lyra, Cosima, and Nova refuse to disclose.

Malrik launched again, fangs lengthening, the monster fully awake now—but Drael flicked a wrist and slammed Malrik into the floor so hard a crater formed where his body hit. He didn’t move. Drayan lunged at Drael next—silver blade drawn—but the entity caught the weapon between two fingers. “Drayan,” he said. “Still loyal to the wrong brother.” Drayan spit blood in his face. Drael sighed. “Rude.” He backhanded Drayan across the room. I swallowed my fear, shoved Mara into Afsana’s shaking arms. “Take her. Hide. Don’t stop running until you reach the west wing.”