Romans & histoires Dragon's Crown

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

she projected her voice, hiding any fear she had. “Then please, recite after me; As queen I will protect all wolves who need protection. I will bestow my advice and knowledge for all who need it. I will follow my mate, the King in all his endeavors.” Klara repeated the words, glancing to Marc every now and then to see his proud, warm smile. Elsbeth took the crown of intwined thin gold strands from her head, and placed it on Klara’s. Adelaide brought forth a gold handled dagger, although this one had a blue sapphire encrusted in the hilt. She handed it delicately to Elsbeth. She nodded subtly to Klara, who nodded back, she’d been warned about this part. Elsbeth nicked her palm, before passing

Not me,l nothing called rescued was ever in my life. “I heard they were dragons who know how to treat their females satisfactorily. I can't wait to meet one” She added, and that seemed to lift their spirits. “I heard that the prince will be coming to choose a bride this time. He had never shown up for any of the events in the past. I would be more than grateful because I know he would pick me. How excellent would it be to become the wife of the dragon prince!” A girl squealed happily. It was the head of Pack council’s daughter. Up until last year, she was promised to the Alpha’s heir, Orion. No one knows what happened between the two to date.

With his attire and the way he stood with the crown and staff in his hand, one could tell it was their warlord in flesh and blood. He stood among them in his full glory. A crown on and a staff which looked like that of kings of the ancient times. "All hail the king of old!!". "All hail the king of old!!". The crowd chorused with their heads bowed onto the floor, hailing their warlord who stood with a hand folded into a ball at his back, and his face looking cold with no emotions in them. They bowed their heads and the king olor with his daughter, princess Lucy kneeled bowing as they sang praises hailing their warlord.

“Let’s finish you up. It’s almost time. Even in her early forties, Anna is good at applying makeup. She dabs some finishing touches of makeup before she puts on my jewelry. I touch the intricate carving of the pendant. It is shaped like a spiral that is adorned with thirty diamonds. At the center of the spiral is a bigger diamond than the rest with the purest color of diamond I have ever seen. There were three knocks on the door. Three knocks meant that the person was a royal guard. Anna excuses herself and heads for the door. “Your Highness, the King was just checking to see if you’re all set up for your coronation,” General Silverstone stands on the doorway and bows. “Shortly, General Silv

Lila tiptoed just to clip the veil on Emery's braided, black hair to secure it because the soon-to-be crowned queen was rather taller than the average height. She, then, whispered, “Your Highness, a lady must learn to be patient.” The soon-to-be queen rolled her eyes at her statement. When the horn was blown, Emery walked with careful steps on the aisle that led to the king's side. She minded every step she made because her burning red robes reached the floor and if she stepped on it, she will surely become the laughing stock of the palace. At the end of the aisle was the throne made of gold. Its sides were carved with wolves—the predators that best represent the current king.

I can only open my eyes and feel the fear that haunts my mind. Meanwhile the dream world of Kazexian, Kanzuka and Kazame. These three men had the same dream, they met the blue, red and black dragons. The three princes received crystals from the dragons, the dragons had chosen them as masters their. This was their destiny, and the three princes received the dragon crystal with a big heart. They are very happy, their wish has been fulfilled.

The moment he crossed an invisible line in the floor, the crown emitted a soft crimson glow. Not hostile. Watchful. He stopped. Nothing happened. Interesting. I took one careful step beside him. The glow brightened instantly. The Dragon Mark flared beneath my sleeve. The crimson sword hummed in my hand. The air inside the vault seemed to grow heavier. Ancient. Expectant. Then something impossible happened. The crown lifted from its pedestal. It floated silently across the room. Every guard reached for a weapon. Rowan cursed under his breath. Kael didn't move.

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

she tells Meredith. "Too bad. You earned it." Meredith places a silver crown on her head. "Besides, someone has to lead. Might as well be the one who won." The coronation is attended by leaders from every supernatural faction. Wolves. Vampires. Witches. Fae. Dragons. All united. Tavish Morwell actually bows. "Dragon Queen. I was wrong about you." "You were cautious. That's smart." Jamie doesn't hold grudges. Raina presents a gift. "From Cedar Ridge Pack. Recognition of your sacrifice and victory."