Got Dragon Queen Novels & Stories

"Jaxon, I name you a King of the Dragons." She takes the black crown and places it on Ash's head. "Ash, I name you a King of the Dragons." "From this day forth, you will be known as the Dragon Kings," she declares as she returns to her seat beside me. Applause and cheering erupt around me for King Jaxon and his mate. Suddenly it all goes quiet and my attention is drawn to a young man. His claps are slow and deliberate as the crowd parts for him. "Isn't this just wonderful? We finally build up our numbers enough to make us the strongest territory once again and what does the Queen do? She names her son and a former dragon hunter to the throne," he sneers, and my eyes fly wide.

Her lips curve into a smile, eyes bright. It is Alfred, next, whose shoulders sag with relief so intense one might taste it. They are roars, he realizes, as the sounds draw closer. “What is that noise,” Duchess Clair asks sharply in the frozen room. Darla stands, as does Alfred. “It is your daughter, Duchess,” she laughs. “Lady Alcina, the dragonlord. Stormbringer.” * * * * * * * * * * The dragons land with twin roars, making the ground beneath them shake with the weight of their descent.

"We're in," "Thank you so much," "I'm your slave from today" The group responded with various exclamations, their excitement evident. "Okay, then it's settled," Lea said, laughing lightly. ---- In the magical world of dragons... Queen Elizabeth Vetrov of the Kingdom of Asterin sat in her office, poring over documents, when her assistant, Allen, knocked on the door. "Enter," she called. "Good morning, my dear queen," Allen greeted as he stepped into the office, closing the doors behind him.

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain as the smell of burned flesh filled the air. I pulled her close until our faces were inches apart. "Let me make my place very clear to you," I said, my voice deathly quiet. "Well since you know how dangerous I can be, let me introduce myself. I am the Dragon Queen. This is my palace. Thorne is my mate. You are nothing. A bitch from the past who has overstayed her welcome. If you ever cross my path again, if you ever speak to me again, you will get more than a burned neck. Do you understand?"

He walks beside me with his hand still enclosing mine so warmly, and the feeling of his strong, calloused fingers pressed against my softer ones offers me a strange comfort and a reminder of the immense power I am aligning myself with. Despite everyone's eyes still on us as we glide down the aisle, I hold my head high and match every stride Azraelyrs makes as we keep moving forward. I am Dahlia Rhadaya Balerion, soon to be Queen of Drakarith, and no one will see me shivering like a fowl lost in the rain. We pass between two statues I quickly remember I had seen back in the Bahadrí. Orios and Aerizadum.

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

One of the elders actually rose halfway from his seat before sitting again. “A Madrigal?” someone whispered. “Impossible.” “They were taken back.” “All of them.” “All but one,” Kaelith replied. I rose slowly to my feet. “My dragon claimed her from the moment she stepped into Emberhold,” I said. I let them see it in my eyes. The certainty. The strength. “This bond is not weakness. It is evolution.” A low growl of dissent rose from one end of the table. “She is still human,” one elder said carefully. “The dragons will not accept a human queen.”

Diana runs out of the room to grab some bandages and hot water. "He is a fertility dragon, and he connected with you. Why don't you give it a go?" Veronica motions to a nearby cushion, suggesting Selene sit by him. Selene sits on the pillow, gently shaking the large dragon. "Drogo, it's Selene, the Queen of Thorne Castle. I need your help finding my mate and friend, remember?"

They heard another dragon whisper to the others. Michael and Granny were shocked to know that the dragon queen is actually also a seer and can see the future. "So, what she just said to Theo is a vision she saw? Was that the reason why she came and saved them?" Another dragon questioned. “But why, Ashton? Who is this Ashton?” They heard a dragon ask his companions. “Don't you know? Ashton, he's the prince. But he's not yet born. Our Queen is still pregnant, remember? But come to think of it, our kind and queen decided to name their child Ashton if he's a boy. So…” Another dragon cut her off.

I know on a subconscious level that there are more types of dragons in the world than Earth, Air, Water, Fire, Sun, and Star, but knowing is not the same as seeing. Even the Queen’s court is surprisingly diverse. Seated amongst her handmaidens are at least two Kraken, a sand dragon, and an exceptionally rare phoenix sun dragon--most like selected to show she has moved past the Luxandra’s dark past of capturing and enslaving Royal Sun Dragons. There are also other noble creatures beyond anything I have ever seen.