Dragon's Crown Novels & Stories

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

She pushed the plate out the door, then made her way back over to her bed, where she picked up the book again. Catori skipped random pages until she saw the words, Desolation. (The land of BorrowsHood, later called Desolation, was where Nightwing settled, becoming the only dragon of his kind to have no family or battalion. Thriving off the land, sea and his brute strength, and living in a cave. Until over twenty dragons joined him, once again making him their king. They build the small area together, and expanding the land where they could. The males hunt, while the females of the small clan would take care of their children. Along with the baby, Nightwing tried to hide, and refuse to say wh

The people who looked upon him saw not a father, but a ruler, a king forged from iron will and relentless desire for control. I took my seat next to my father with her head held high even though I felt small beneath my father’s eyes. I could feel the gazes, the weight of politics, the eyes of all the clan leaders were on her, of being the daughter of the King Myras Frostfang, the woman who had brokered peace more times than war had allowed. I met the eyes of the Alpha of High land clan Alpha Erydan; he was the leader of one of the mountain wolves. My father’s second in command stood on the opposite side of my father. My gaze continued around the table meeting each of the clan leaders’ gaze

The mate bond had just taken effect. Camilla wasted no time walking toward the three Alpha King's heirs she had chosen: Kael Dorne, Lucien Vire, and Soren Hale. They closed in around her, their eyes filled with raw desire. All around the camp, other male wolves clearly wanted to compete, but they were intimidated by the pressure of royal blood and didn’t dare step forward. Surrounded by them, she looked like some kind of saint in a chaotic world.

Powerful, undefeated and immortal. "We shall send the firstborn to spy out the human world, to find out what they can use against us and steal the heart of magic from whoever the keeper is. This time, we will secure our victory." Rowal, the sovereign and alpha of the red dragons, bellows his stand on the plan. He is ruthless, cunning and ambitious, silently wanting the throne of power to be his. The gold dragons are just lucky to be favored by their god, their creator, but he believes he is more fit to lead the remaining clans of flying beast.

The crowns were beautiful; they were the same; there was no difference between the crowns. The crowns were also unique; everyone’s crown was either gold or silver, but this one was gold with rubies, emeralds, and lovely-looking gemstones on it. The crown was elegant and powerful. Jane has never done this for anyone; does she have a personal connection with any of them? Nobody knows her family or background; they just all know she is a witch and the leader of the pillars.

A colossal dragon throne in front. A man draped in golden robes appeared escorted by two guards clad in dazzling red armor. He had long silver hair with blue eyes. His horns on his head had a slight tint of gold to them. A humbled golden crown sat around his head resembling more a Laurel wreath than a majestic crown. The Drakon speaks.

But it was not made of jewels—it was forged from an inactive metal derived from the Blue Dragon Virus. “Wear it,” she said. “It will stabilize your blood pressure and connect your child directly to the palace’s defense system.” I placed the crown on my head. A powerful surge ran through my body. My vision sharpened. I could now see through the palace walls. And far in the forest— Hundreds of black vehicles were approaching. Rohing Singh struck the floor with his staff. “Soldiers of the Moreno Empire—awaken! Your queen has returned!” A deep rumble rose from beneath the palace.

Luciano swam towards an area where the dragon was supposed to be. For some weird reasons, the dragon was not there but his treasures were laid down on a stone. Luciano tried his best not to breath inside the water and quickly open the chest of treasures. On top of the treasures, the golden, ancient crownwas set on top. Like the dragon treasured it very much. He quickly took it and wanted to swim out, but he heard a growl from behind him. He turned, before he could make a move, water was sent towards him with force he lost balance and then the crown fell off his hands.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i