Dragon Monarch System Novels & Stories

"What?" Azalia couldn't believe her ears. Surely, she hadn't heard Melech right. "A dragony?" She repeated in a puzzled voice. "Nobody in their right mind would ride such a dangerous creature." Dragonies were small dragon-like creatures belonging to the Adom Kingdom. They were a dark orange colour, their wings and bodies covered with red scales strong enough to stop a blade. They were gorgeous but could breathe fire and had extremely sharp fangs and claws that could kill a man on the spot. Azalia would never dare approach one of those too close.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

"The interference is too strong." Below them, Sage could see other vehicles on the highway beginning to exhibit strange behaviours, cars moving in perfect geometric formations, their headlights pulsing in synchronised patterns. A semi-truck's trailer was glowing with the same pearlescent light she'd seen in the underground pool. "They're all dragon-operated," she realised. "The whole transportation network—it's not just human infrastructure, is it?" "Integrated systems," Marcus confirmed, fighting to maintain altitude as another wave of turbulence hit them. "Dragons have been essential to human technological development for generations. We've just been very good at staying invisible."

Another of the fifteen stepped forward, younger, eyes sharp. “Many dragons there have taken human mates,” he said bluntly. “Former Madrigals who returned. Some willingly. Some out of necessity.” My jaw tightened. “They dilute the line.” “They strengthen it,” he countered. “Their offspring shift fully.” A murmur moved through my captains. I silenced it with a look. “And the faction that believes as we do?” I pressed. The elder dragon answered. “Small. Quiet. Fractured.” That was not what I had expected.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

It was the place where she felt she belonged, now and forever. "You know, in old times, and I mean old times like before my parents… Middle Ages, and even before that, there was a handful of cases when dragons were mated to other species. Plus, there is something about pure dragon couples that makes them infertile for the better part of the century. That's partly the reason why there's so little of us in the world. And most of the living dragons are now very old. Some of them never had kids…

Rebeka said. What she was referring to was, in the day the dragons originally created Dracoterrum, the races that followed them dedicated the subsequent years to them out of respect, starting with their first who perished to create their world, Golden Dragon called Lokmar, each dragon year lasting for 1000 years before moving down the dragon line of succession, until their current year, Red Dragon 510. “So which race was using their own calendar and created this book then?” Markus asked. “I am sorry my lord, but I do not know who used that calendar system” Rebeka answered truthfully.

After reading what I did, I had to do everything I could to keep myself from dying. Even if I hated Cyran, that didn’t mean he wasn’t beneficial to the world. As the Dragon King, it was his responsibility to make sure that the balance was maintained, or at least as much as possible. Even I knew that he couldn’t put an end to all the bad Dragons in the world. It was also up to him to keep the Keeper of the Dragon Stone safe. Which is why his fated mate was the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. It isn’t a requirement for him to love or cherish her, as long as he protected her.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

His mother taking her in and helping her get back on her feet. The orb was created to bring piece to the dragons. If the dragon gem touched it, the power would be siphoned from it and an alternate universe would be made. One that the dragons could thrive on there own without fear of the humans. They didn’t have to hid or cower in the place they are now. They could live the way they where meant to be. This was what was meant to be but the king was going to force the humans out of this world. It was his and he wasn’t going to share it.