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

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

It was deliberate. I had lived among witches long enough to know they valued control above all. Dragons, especially bonded dragons, were chaos incarnate. A Trial of Flame would be exactly the kind of truth they would smother, keep the whispers alive, but erase the proof. Remove the chance for anyone to demand the rite, pass it, and threaten the structures that had ruled since the dragons fell.

But she lifted her chin. “Tell me.” The dungeon seemed to inhale. Lazriel spoke carefully. Too carefully. “The prophecy Seren saw in her latest vision; it speaks of flame dying by shadow to sever the bond that sustains her reign.” Ember didn’t flinch. “It says,” Caelan added quietly, “that shadow must kill flame. Only then will the gate fracture.” He didn’t say my name. He didn’t have to. Ember turned toward me fully then. Her expression didn’t hold fear. It held decision. My stomach dropped.

he marveled, a small smile against his lips, before looking back at his company, placing the crown on the table, “ but because it does not belong on my head.” “You mean to say, the boy finally shifted,” Tar commented. King Saga nodded, “tell me you cannot feel him.” Tar took a breath out, knowing that ever since that day, the day when the ground shook and a vibration tore through his dragon like a new powerful connection had been formed, Flame had been hunting for something- “I feel it,” Pete stated, now all eyes on him. He looked toward his brothers, “we’ve all felt it. Our Hydra, Darken, is hunting for him, hunting for the scent he knows lies not in this realm,” he finished.

Unless they cut off the three heads of the Flame - The Burning Fire Snot, due to this, they would never find their destined queen, which they would never find, without my help. In my beastly form, I am a big, furious dragon with my three gigantic heads. Try, I dare you, don't kill me, but conquer me, I'll help you find true love, or make the fury queen fall in love with them. Now, thinking that they will never switch back to dragons. Not surprisingly, I said, each of the princes choose what they think is the easiest... cut off the animals. When my heart leaped for joy when I detected spaceships crossing the dark sky of Pandemonium.

King Sandros yelled as he lunged over. Although Blaze’s flames were indeed powerful, he was still a hell king, and the nether realm was his territory. Moreover, he had several treasures on him that could prevent him from being burnt by the fire. That was exactly why he figured that he was capable of killing the young man. “Run!” Blaze sent out a fire dragon without hesitation, then ran straight towards the West. He couldn’t help but blame this on his rotten luck since he had actually come to the inner court in hopes of stealing the Life Book.

Nix asked me. “That’s a good question. Gods don’t get involved unless the balance of the human realm is at stake. Their goal is to remain in the background and work through their children “us” to keep things in order. The same as your moon goddess Selene, is with you. Everyone knows that dragons and demons are immune to fire. My blue flame burns the hottest of any flame known to the elders at this time. This is something no one knows other than you three and my closest family members. If the demons found out I could breathe out a blue flame, I could be targeted. Although, I'm not scared of anyone coming after me, it is the ones I care for the most. They could use those I love against me. My

They fled, living humbly in a quiet village where kindness meant more than crowns. For years, they were happy. Until fate caught up. His betrothed found them, and in her vengeance, she set their new family ablaze. His wife. His child. The parents and siblings who had taken him in. All turned to ash. That was when Aamon gifted the world the Blue Flame—not to destroy, but to free. A fire capable of severing mate bonds, of defying destiny itself. Now, that Flame was Cassandra’s. And her patience was running thin.

I said while squeezing Haileys' hand. "Ah! Finally!" George exclaimed. His eyes glistening mischievously scaring the shit out of me. "Now what's he planning? God! Save me from this devil!" I silently prayed. "Ellie! Ellie! Ellie! The princess of this castle! Go and kiss the one and only handsome male servant of this castle on his lips." George said and winked, making me gasp in shock. My cunning cousins whistled and cheered, making me fume in anger.

He didn’t say it cruelly. He said it as a challenge. So I accepted it. The Binding Flame That night, in the heart of the scorched garden, I performed the Rite of Flamebinding. A spell older than the Hollow Crown. Forbidden in every Crescent Doctrine. A magic not to control but to connect. I stood in the circle of ash, barefoot, the Crown in my hands. I whispered the names of every child who had vanished. Every soul touched by Vareya’s mark. And when I struck the ground with the Crown, light exploded.