Hidden Flame: Bound To The Triplet Dragon Kings Novels & Stories

The intensity of those flames was on the rise. Little by little, they started to converge and gather toward the golden dragon’s shadow. Shortly, those flames engulfed the dragon's shadow and started to burn it ferociously. Tyr, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt upset once again when the flames were burning the dragon’s shadow. He could feel the fire burning him on his body even though Magus’ talismans only worked on the golden dragon shadow in the void.

he bent down to her level and whispered to her ear, “... If you don't kill him, I will and you know what that means.” I hesitated before saying, “Boss, the request said that he can only be killed by fire. I know that am out of line but last time I checked, werewolves don't have fire within them.” “Oh, I know. But...” he opened his left palm and a small yellowish red flame appeared. It floated above his arm and I could feel the flame gravitating towards me like a beacon. Dragons know each other by the fire that they emit. My dragon fire had not met any dragon in years and while this flame made it very happy, it made me very scared.

I’m just human. I’ve heard the name “Black Dragon” in every dangerous mission. All of them succeeded. I wasn’t even aware that he is younger than me. But now, upon knowing him, I know I felt jealous or envious of him. I know jealousy won’t help in the kind of job I have. Se7en always say, “Don’t allow jealousy to enter your heart and mind. It will become a monster that will devour and destroy you anytime.” I always tried to follow it though I know I don’t need it before because I’m the best of Dark Knight. But now that Black Dragon arrived, I dunno if I can still obey it. I sighed and glanced at him. *End of Flashback*

she hesitated, “that galaxy will become the most powerful, with forces enough to overthrow all other galaxy rulers. That galaxy remains unconquerable until the birth of the next child of promise.” Mitzie remembered Claris telling her something similar to this. Emma watched her as she began speaking again. “King Samael pledged his first-born daughter to Japheth as an alliance agreement between Kings Samael and Mortimer. At first it was unknown that Japheth killed his father, but when he went on his rampage, King Samael secretly had King Mortimer’s body examined. It was found that he had tillinium in his system, and when the Ervilian counsel was notified of the discovery, Japheth confessed to

Naham and Roman were nervous as they clung to their mates, watching a large group of hybrids line up near Atticus. Atticus spoke to his people and promised that their forever home was almost ready. The king looked toward Naham and Roman, but both were too frightened to leave their mate's arms. Atticus smiled at Naham and Roman, and then, the next moment, Draven burst out of his body like an explosion. His long tail stretched out behind his body, and his claws sank into the ground. His eyes burned with fire, and he looked directly at Naham and Roman. The area between his scales seemed transparent, allowing one to see the fire burning inside the large beast. Smoke seeped from his body as his n

Gideon shoved and plastered my mother, a powerful witch, and her equally if not more powerful Council colleagues. He is pretty powerful. But he is my twin flame. And he is being protective of me. I snicker again before I sober up thinking of the fallout that’s bound to come out of this. “Your mother…?” Eon chokes in a whisper. “And the elder members,” I amend. He groans. “You sure?” “Yep, I am sure,” I reply. “What did you do? We have to undo it.”

TWO days later, they finally arrived at the mainland of Syrin and was immediately greeted by David and their Gamma King, Luis. “Announce that we will be having an emergency meeting later.” Hudson ordered as they finally stepped inside the castle. The council members were also present and greeted their arrival. However, there were uneasy and exhausted look on their faces, probably because it’s been a week and the rogues were still wreaking havoc and chaos everywhere. They hadn’t settled the matter yet and the urgency of the situation now needs the Lycan Kings to take over. “Tell us the situation.” Brixton ordered as the meeting finally started an hour later.

Then said quietly, “You were never saving me. You were trying to own me.” Her breath caught. “I was the king,” he continued. “And you thought if you couldn’t have my love… no one should.” The flames around him began to rise, heat licking the wind, steam curling from the ground beneath his feet. Cassandra took one step back. “You won’t kill me. You’re too noble for that.” Drakonios didn’t answer. Instead, he raised his hand slowly, and the skies split. A blast of ancient flame — white-hot and pure — surged from his palm, striking her in the chest. Her scream was torn from her throat before she could finish it.

Gloria’s POV From the edge of the collapsing forest, Gloria watched him break. Watched the dragon boy scream himself hoarse against a sky that had already decided its victor. And she smiled. Because she knew the truth. Sierra wasn’t gone. Not yet. She had been claimed. The air split once more, fire opening like a curtain, and Gloria sank to her knees as the figure emerged fully. Vorath Kane. Dragon King. Ruler of ruin. Father of shadows. His wings unfurled behind him, dripping darkness like rivers. His eyes, molten gold, burned holes into the night. The very ground shook under his presence.

He began to step backward, his physical form dissolving into a column of swirling, superheated volcanic ash. "A true King does not steal his bride in the dark," the Dragon King’s voice echoed from the ash cloud as he ascended into the bleeding sky. "I will burn your little empire to the ground, Killian Blackwood. And when there is nothing left but ash, my Queen will fly to me." The ash scattered, carried away by the hurricane winds, leaving Killian and me alone on the shattered glass beach. The honeymoon was over. The world was on fire. Killian didn't roar. He extinguished his flaming broadsword and turned to me, his golden eyes filled with the cold, absolute logic of a warlord whose family