Dwarven King Novels & Stories

"You were tangled up with your best friend the whole time, and you're questioning me? And that wasn't a fight. I dumped you! I told you then, we were done." Vincent slipped an arm around me, looking entirely satisfied. "You heard her," he said. "Stay out of our way. Don't be an eyesore." Hendrick looked toward his parents again, searching for help. Neither of them responded. To them, a successor could be flawed, even foolish, but not someone who let himself be played so easily. Someone like that would only ruin everything. Cutting him off early was the safer choice. In the end, with Vincent by my side, I picked out a new wedding dress.

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

He's trying to control himself but I see he's annoyed. "Well. Anniin to you too dear friend. Care to acknowledge me?" I say pretending to be mad. "NanaBooZhoo, Ziigwan. You're older!" He laughs. "You're huge. Shut up." I blush, rolling my eyes. "You know, no one calls me Ogi. Just you." He states. "Why? That is not you name? Ogimaa? Ah? Right?" I ask teasing him. "No. It's not, besides everyone calls me King. You know that. Only my grandma calls me Myeengun and the Elders too."

she gestured to the pretty faced dwarf man who was barely old enough, by my judgement, to be shaving his first whiskers. “Lady Ecaeris,” Prince Alaren bowed. “It is an honour.” I inclined my head in return. The dwarves and Fae were not friendly, and I was not familiar with their royalty. “Lord Leongrad,” Aurien’s princess gestured to the half-merman who leaned against the table, his eyes openly interested.

I was told to move on, I was told to let the soul of my mate go and be in the bosom of the moon goddess but I couldn't, I couldn't let go. The door creaked and a young male walked in. He bowed and said "It's time." I nodded and he bowed before exiting the room, I stood up and button the jacket of my suit and then composed myself before leaving the room. I am the Lycan king, I am King Elijah and I have a kingdom to protect. *** *** *** The meeting room was packed with elders of the coven arguing among themselves. I sighed and popped in one of the empty seats and watched them closely.

I smile towards his red eyes after he called himself old. "The King captured me when I tried to take over his kingdom. I've had many other abilities and gifts before, but without my other wing, I'm barely magestical...." His voice turns to sadness. "Who...are you. What's...your name dragon?" I replied telepathically. "A dragon King from the seventh realm, Draconius, but that realm is no more. We separated and I wanted more land, selfishly." "Oh," I replied. Feeling a bit sorry he had lost everything. He's just like me.

“I have seen more than a millennium years worth of sunset and sunrise as a king. I have seen wars and bloodshed during these times and I have done what I felt was right at every moment. Some of these decisions turned out to be disasters, but at least I took a stand when one was required of me. So now I have decided to make another tough decision, one that requires me to be as humble as can be. Our people need a fresh voice, a breath of fresh air, and not the air that they have been breathing for the past thousand years. I need them to see the world through that adventurous eyes of yours that are always open to possibilities. Maybe one could say I want them to see the world more humanly.” The

"The sun of the empire, Calisto Bernieri, the first of his name, lord of all demons, ruler of the underworld, emperor of Bernieri, his son, the little sun of the empire, Loren Bernieri Angelov and the third in command of the royal guard, Abbadon, the demon of madness." It was announced and when the doors opened, we entered that warm and welcoming place. That dance was different from all the others and I could see the looks on Loren as soon as they realized. "Asra!" Loren practically screamed still in my lap and I had to put him down so he would go to her. Dress crimson, golden and long with embroidery that looked like scales. Dark mask with horns and this set made obvious his fantasy: Lleh,

She proclaimed herself as Irene, and I was given no choice but to call her that. My finger danced on her forehead. Whoever she claimed to be, I know my Irun was within her. And I would toil through all obstacles and life-threatening experiences to get her back. I descended from a long line of the powerful dragon royalties of Caliborn, and I would rather die than be the only king to be recognized without a mate. My gaze wandered to her delicate eyes. Five thousand years ago, I witnessed a similar scene after the infamous war. And at that time, it was a permanent slumber.

Chapter 52 Ashes and Vows Kaius' POV I knew she was looking for me when she stepped inside. My eyes found hers first before she saw me. The moment how eyes met, something clicked and it looked as though I couldn't just take my eyes off her for anything. Suddenly, one of the nobles spoke behind me, bringing me back to consciousness. “Stand straight. The kingdom watches you today.” The words came from Lord Daramis in a low tone. I heard them as he adjusted the ceremonial sash across my shoulder. I resisted the urge to brush his hands away, because of the way he distracted me.