Dragon's Crown Novels & Stories

“O Dragon of all Dragons. Awaken the Great Dragons from your deep slumber. I call you all the dragons of Magica. From the water, the land, the air. Ruler of animate and inanimate beings. For the Awakening of the Dragons and the future of Magica. I, Draco, the last Dragon King, summons you to rise and expel all demons from Magica! For Glory!” The Heart of Magic throbbed as if to answer Draco's call. The golden-colored heart flowed golden energy in the form of pillars of light that shot violently into the sky. The golden light broke out from above the sky in all directions like a meteor shower that shot fast and was emitting more and more light.

And the Tourmaline Brotherhood pressed on her a crown wrought in the shape of a three-headed dragon; the coils were yellow gold, the wings silver, the heads carved from jade, ivory, and onyx. The crown was the only offering she'd kept. The rest she sold, to gather the wealth she had wasted on the Pureborn. Xaro would have sold the crown too-the Thirteen would see that she had a much finer one, he swore-but Dany forbade it. "Viserys sold my mother's crown, and men called him a beggar. I shall keep this one, so men will call me a queen." And so she did, though the weight of it made her neck ache.

It was like the start of something new, everything else washed away. I freed my arm from around my brother’s neck then picked up the crown with my shaking hands. I moved from my brother, standing straight. I raised my arms, both hands holding the crown and I crowned myself the first dragon queen to rule the dragon people. Any that may impose would not live to see another day.

“Let’s not waste time pretending this is a misunderstanding.” Darion swallows. “You don’t understand what Malrec is offering,” he says hoarsely. I stop directly in front of him. “No,” I reply. “I understand perfectly.” His eyes brighten slightly, as though he believes he has found a sliver of sympathy. “Then you must see reason. Dragons ruling both realms again, restoring our rightful dominance—” My fist strikes him before he finishes the sentence. The crack of bone against flesh echoes sharply through the chamber. Darion slumps forward against the chains, blood spilling from his mouth.

Drezic came around behind him and gently lifted him so he was above his aunt and had easier access to put it on. “Thanks Dad.” Tasrin spoke as he ran around to the side. The beautiful green stems of the flowers made the base of the crown and connecting pieces as the purple and yellow flowers gave it color. “Well how does it look?” Rosalie asked with a smile. “You are way to pretty to adorn something I have made.” Tasrin spoke as his jaw dropped. Rosalie giggled happily as she gently touched it with her finger. With magic she set it in almost like glass as it did nothing but sturdy the crown.

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.

Argentum said in teasing manner “I am Prince you evil women… do you want your prince to accept his defeat…? huh?” Draco argued back and tried to free hinself, on other hand all other teen Dragon ‘s were encouraging them both to fight including their training master , master Mossace… “Hahahah…. my prince you forgot…. your Draphidrmia still pending….. (Draphidrmia is a ritual which is performed in Dragon realm among royal Dragon which is equal to coronation)… but me… I am already hired as your first in line chief commanding officer..” Argentum said proudly

I scrolled down and started reading the article. 'A curious announcement from the royal house of Medora, a kingdom north of Scotland. The king announced today that a contest will be held to find the crown prince a wife. Medora is known to be secluded, with not much news coming in and out of the country. They announced a test will be put online for whoever has any interest in becoming a queen. It does not matter what your nationality is, as long as you are above eighteen years old.'

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Lorenzo lunged at her, his hands locking around her throat, his eyes so bloodshot they looked ready to burst from their sockets. "You used me! You killed my heir! You're a goddamn harlot who deserves to rot in hell!" He roared in fury, his hands—now covered in the raw red patches of his infection—pinning Bella’s shoulders down. "Joanna is nothing like you! She saved my life! She’s not a low-life like you!" "You aren't even worthy of uttering her name! You’re a filthy, toxic viper, and you’re the root of every disaster in my life!"