Novel & Cerita Dragon Throne

“Debt. Memory. Potential. You broke hierarchy now shape what replaces it.” --- Araya — The New Throne The black flame pulsed, then breathed. Ash swirled and fused bone white lines veined in gold and shadow rising into a seat from ruin. Fresh runes inked themselves along its base, whispering in a new tongue. Dorian’s light caught its edge in a clean halo. “It’s alive.” “It’s listening.” Nyxara prowled, tail lashing. Every throne waits for a name. Give it none. Make it guess.

he blurted. "War?" My head angled to the side. "Two thousand years after Irun's death, there was a prophecy about an upcoming war. A war to stake the claim for the pyramid of Goras. I once told you I was not the only dragon king, did I not?" I nodded. "Yeah. You said something about the Red Dragon King and Queen."

She wanted to be delicate but her hand just wouldn't listen to her . " If you break that door you will have to pay me a hundred thousand dollars . In human cash of course ! " said the dragon king . Charlotte's hand stopped and looked at the door . " Is this door made of gold or what ?! How can it cost so much ?! " said Charlotte shocked . " Since you're my wife I reduced the price to you . That door is triple the amount I just mentioned because..........just as you said now , it really is made of gold . " said the dragon king with a smile as he enjoyed Charlotte's continuous funny reactions .

Also, the humans were obliged to hand them the largest share of their crops and harvest. Until one day, the light from the dragons' necklaces went out. The gem was no longer in place. Someone had stolen it. The dragons, furious with rage, declared war on the people, asking them to return the gem because they were sure that human hands had taken it. And they were right. Countless lives were lost in the war, on both sides, on the dragons' side and the humans' side. Blood watered the ground and painted it red. Without their powers, the dragons lost the war, and now the humans were free again.

I smile, slow and sharp. “I plan to embarrass the entire kingdom.” Lyriel hides a smile behind her wing. Hours later I walk into the throne room in indigo and silver, moonflowers braided into my loose hair because they followed me and refused to be left behind. The court is a nightmare menagerie: winged serpents, smoke-women, star-skinned lords. Power crackles like a storm about to break. Draven lounges on his obsidian throne, looking bored and lethal. I walk the length of the hall with my head high, Lyriel a step behind.

He’s also as old as my father but appears younger because he’s healthy and still actually works out with his soldiers. The most exclusive and close-knit is Nathan's family. If need be, they will fight for him while having their eyes covered. He was one of those who assisted us in calming the royals when Mother passed away. He’d never bow down to a woman. Like his son. “Yes, Young Lady, To what do we owe this pleasure?” Thorn waggles his brows at me. Although both his parents are British, he is American born and bred, and therefore, he speaks without an accent most of the time.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.

“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.”

The one in front spoke, his voice deep and devoid of emotion. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I was afraid they could hear it. The warrior lifted his hand and immediately, servants entered behind them carrying large wooden chests. “These are gifts sent by Prince Draven for his bride.” He said. My eyes widened as they lifted the lids. Lisa gasped, even mother took a step back. Inside the chests were bars of gold, jewels, rubies the size of eggs, strings of flawless black pearls, and golden artifacts that looked older than our entire kingdom. Everything practically screamed how wealthy and powerful their master was. But it didn't feel like a beautiful gesture.