Dragon's Crown Novels & Stories

Rumors hinted at a connection between their family and dragons, their blood carrying a mysterious poison. In that moment, she realized that fate had brought Adelstein into her path. This was her opportunity, her chance to manipulate their power for her own purpose. They would become her pawn in the game of vengeance, a means to reclaim what was taken from her. In this life, she vowed to bring swift and merciless retribution upon all those who had inflicted suffering upon her. “Greeting to the grand duke of Adelstein,” the dean greeted, flanked by the knights of Windsor. The contrast between Adelstein and Windsor was stark. The powerful presence of the Grand Duke of Adelstein overshadowed the

“Thank you, Princess Calista!” “It’s what I should do. Go quickly.” Calista said reluctantly, “I’ll wait for you and my sister to return.” “Okay.” Andrius nodded and, with a scream, quickly flew toward the battlefield. At the center of the battlefield, three unusually imposing Void Thunder Dragons surrounded a Void Thunder Dragon with a crown. There was no doubt that the three were the Dragon Kings and the one with the crown was Calista’s sister, Ophelia, who should have inherited the Dragon Emperor’s throne.

Thick brown wings with dangerous looking talons bordering it flapped behind him, causing his brown hair to fly about his face. "'Tis nigh impossible, my liege. The crown never moves until the Lord is dead. 'Tis the way of things." Lord Vas let go of my hand and stroked his bare chin with it. "Aye Ferrin. So we thought, until this morn. Allow me to show you."He said and snapped his fingers. The sound of metal clashing against glass filled the air and i craned my neck in the direction of it. I sucked in breath sharply as did everyone else around me. A transparent rectangular box made of glass was being carried in by a man who seemed to have a problem with it, since it was moving. Not

His tail surrounded me in a protective stance. “So it’s you,” Ren spoke with a sly smile on his face. “The famous Crown Princess of Solterra, the only one alive who can summon a fire dragon. The mistress of fire. Now I see where those rumors came from. You have an incomparable beauty indeed.” “Ren Lancaster,” I uttered his name with disgust. “Right.” He nodded. “I am Ren Lancaster, the king of Frostville and will soon be the king of all kingdoms. And you…” He smirked and advanced a step. “Shall be mine.”

It was an older model but by the condition was nothing short of the brand new models. “Where is Rosalie.” Asrar demanded as Ryan also looked towards her. “Get in and I’ll take you.” Mama Chika smiled gently as the boys all scrambled into the car. Rosalie panicked when she heard the roar of a dragon. Isabella grabbed her gently which comforted Rosalie. Avalon was there to hold her as well. Mary heard the commotion and slightly panicked. She held up her hand, palm facing the ladies on the couch as she walked to the patio. Rosco was there keep a close eye. To Mary’s wondering eyes was a large grey dragon in front of a even larger red dragon. The red dragon roared his warning which caused Mary t

He reached out and took my hand, giving me a quiet sense of security. Everyone crowded around Drakon and Vania, showering them with praise. Only two serving maids stood near Lysander and me. "The Crown Prince is truly remarkable! A golden egg right away!" "Of course! The Crown Prince is a true Gold dragon. His child could only be golden!" Drakon's smile stretched so wide his lips nearly touched his ears. "My child could never be anything less," he boasted. Vania stood beside him, her eyes glittering with smug satisfaction.

Then she looked up at us and patted the floor in invitation. Neither of us moved. She shrugged. “Very well. Be formal and uncomfortable.” Despite everything, I almost smiled. Then her expression sharpened. “Everything was planned by Elias’s older brother.” The humor vanished from the room. “Darius.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. She continued. “He used the dragon form. Not as preference, but as identity. Power. Spectacle. He crowned himself King of the Dragons long before any crown formally touched his head.” Images flickered in the air above her as she spoke—memory answering truth. A man in gleaming scales, vast wings spread over kneeling crowds, fire in his throat and pride in

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

“What is that?” Serenya hesitated, then slowly unwrapped the cloth. The chamber filled with a faint glow, silver fire casting long shadows across the stone walls. Gasps rippled among the knights. Darian’s eyes widened, but his voice was sharp. “The Crown of the Starborn.” Kaelen’s hand hovered near his sword. “You know of it.” “Every heir of Crestfall is taught the legend,” Darian said stiffly. “A crown forged from starlight itself, meant for the true ruler chosen by destiny. But legends twist, Serenya. Some say the crown brings salvation. Others say it brings ruin.”

“What did you do to me?” “The Crown of Shadows is what Thalan is really seeking,” Queen Myela responds. “It is more than just a symbol of power; it’s part of an important legacy. The Crown of Shadows can only be gifted to a single shadow dragon; essentially, it gives you dominance over any shadow drake. The legend says you could control all the others with a thought or a well-spoken word.” “That’s more power than any dragon should have,” I shake my head, as if the crown now engraved into my flesh could simply fall off. “I don’t want it. I just want to find my way back to Primus and my children. This is more than I ever asked for.”