Dragon Throne Novels & Stories

“There is but not a real dragon, he only works when his dark powers are invoked, his dragon died after a terrible war but he revives it temporarily to make destruction.” “Hmm..that sounds bad. Who the fuck is he?” She sighed, pursed her lips and not them as if she spilled too much. “He's Draven's third brother.” “What the fuck?” “Yeah, and they have been at loggerheads since forever. Their history is known by the dragon descendants but hidden from the rest of the world except people with special abilities like me.” I tried to process everything she said and I know that something drastic would happen if Tanya succeeds in getting this dark forbidden dungeon out to destroy things all because of

Stunned, Draken paused his thrusts and stared at Denee as he pulled out of the breeder, his cock still hard and wet with the breeder's juices. "I don't understand. Why the Ice Throne? You're a woman..." "A woman but the rightful heir to the throne of Bloomington..." Denee roared, making Draken go pale. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice a deep inflection of timbre. TBC.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

said our father, Gareth Rothschild. When the dragon clan's envoy paid us a visit in our previous life, Emma readily agreed to marry the moment she learned that her spouse would be the prince of Northia, Matias Redburn. The entire continent of Allesia knew that the dragon clan had exclusive authority over the ore veins, bathed in pools made of gold, and used rare dragon scales to make their clothes. While other nobles would need to save up for several years to buy a single magic crystal, the dragon clan decorated their palace corridors with them.

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

The twisted branches intertwine, forming an intricate lattice that symbolized the king's dominion over the natural world. “My father sat on it, and now, I will sit on it tomorrow,” Dominic said and Erica felt a hint of defeat in his tone. “why do you hate the throne? It is beautiful, and it looks like it was made just for you,” Glistening with ethereal enchantments, the throne was adorned with shimmering gemstones that seemed to hold captured fragments of starlight. Each gem pulsed with a vibrant, ever-changing hue, reflecting the myriad facets of the king's untamed nature. The armrests were fashioned in the likeness of fearsome beasts, their fierce eyes seemingly alive, and their intricate

It’s a roar that shakes the walls. "Tomorrow?" I ask, breathless. "I waited two years," Drakon says, pulling me close, his hand resting on our son. "I'm not waiting another day. You are my Queen, Thalia. Tomorrow, I put the crown on you properly." He kisses me. It’s a kiss of promise. Of victory. Behind us, the Reaper flag turns to ash. And the Wolves howl.

Just before dinner, he disappeared to the jewelry store in Thorn Pack and bought more gold for his little dragon. It turns out that because of a dragon's love for gold they have jewelry for almost every part of the body. The piece the king loves the most is the gold body chain. Two chains wrap around Roman’s neck, connecting to a single strand that runs down the center of his chest. That single strand branches out, creating a triangle just above his belly button before two chains drape down around his hips and wrap around to his lower back. Ezra even bought his little dragon ankle and foot jewelry. Two dainty little chains wrap around his ankle, becoming a single strand down the top of his f

If she perished, then so too did the only bridge between dragons and men he could still imagine. He returned to Qombinia bearing two corpses: King Rhaedon’s broken armor and Queen Lythissa’s sunstone crown. The court lowered its eyes, for the last remnant of mercy in their king drained away like blood from a mortal wound. Drakonios swore before the Obsidian Flame: I will scourge every realm that raised arms this day. I will make ashes of their palaces and dust of their names. And so the old, kind Drakonios vanished, replaced by the merciless monarch known in whispers as the Heartless King.

The roar that left my lips was filled with my rage, with my power. The END but the story continues in book two Her Trapped Dragon