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

“Too dangerous to survive long without balance.” Rowan’s heart dropped. “Balance?” Mistara nodded. “A Dragonheart is the only force that can steady such a fire. Only a completed bond can hold a cursed flame together.” Kai’s shoulders rose and fell with a sharp breath. Rowan stared at him. “You said your fire was getting worse, but you didn’t tell me why.” He still wouldn’t look at her. Mistara spoke again. “If the bond is not completed before the eclipse returns next month, Kai’s fire will turn inward. It will eat him from the inside out until nothing remains.” She paused. “He will die.”

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

For a few seconds, no one moved, but Lyra felt Kaelan shift in front of her; his body went rigid, his stance widened, every muscle coiled and ready. Malek smiled at them, but it wasn’t a pleasant smile. It was cold and full of malice. “Look at this,” he drawled, stepping forward. “Stormfall’s little princess… and Bloodpine’s Alpha. Together. How poetic.” Lyra’s pulse hammered. Ember snarled inside her, claws scraping at the edges of her mind, desperate to protect them.

Their rhythm is painful and beautiful. Together, the three dragons orchestrate her body like a symphony: Draven spewing heat that forces her open, Kael anchoring her with the steady violence of his desire, Rion chilling the burn just enough that she doesn’t combust completely. Her sense of self begins to fragment—first at the edges, then in great, reckless shards as the sensation blots out thought.

“We will see.” A brazier of fire ignited between them, sudden and violent, the flames curling into unnatural shapes. The Elder began to chant low and rhythmic, calling upon the fire as a scrying tool. Layla forced herself to watch. This was what they had feared the Elders probing into the triad’s power, trying to unravel the mystery of the bond. The fire flared, and images danced within it. Three flames spiraled together, sapphire blue at their core. For a heartbeat, they were whole. Then the sapphire fractured, splitting into three distinct points of light. A fourth color bled into the flames an indigo spark that tethered to them all, shimmering and steady.

Colter had casted ‘Chimera Flames’ at them, it was a fire that would cause utmost pain to its victim but will not kill them immediately, hence granting them a slow and excruciating death. “Ugh, the smell” Dyron complained teasingly, wrinkling his nose, “This is the last service you do for me, my beautiful creatures.” But the burning bowmen only replied with horrendous screams and shouts of pawin. “No loose ends, no one must know about what you did.” He told the burning creatures pointedly, as if chastising a child that had done wrong. “Now then, for your reward…” he turned around and reached for something around the throne. “My darling son, please give them their just rewards” He chucked som

Mane flew towards Dragon King Bast with the armored dragon’s maws opened wide. “Illi, cuius nomen Summum est, vocatus es; veni, spiritus ignei imperatorii!” A large ball of fire made gathered within the dragon’s jaws. Dragon King Bast’s eyes opened wide when he saw this as his rage grew. The flames he saw were not yellow or Mane’s signature blue, but red flames that carried the scent of blood! As that fire ball formed, his desperation reached its zenith.

The roar of the First Flame changed its pitch, shifting from a chaotic scream to a rhythmic, pulsing thrum that matched the beating of our hearts. As the violet and gold fire spiraled around us, the heat became unbearable—but it wasn't burning our skin. It was searing itself into our souls. I felt a sharp, electric sting on the side of my neck, mirroring the heat radiating from Sol’s own throat. Under the blinding light of the altar, the ancient energy of the Highlands and the raw fire of the Dragon line collided. The "forced" bond that had tethered us was incinerated, replaced by something far more ancient and terrifyingly permanent.

I stand rooted to the spot, a silent witness to the unfolding spectacle, my heart pounding in my chest. As I watch in awe, Thrystan conjures his own flames, crafting them into a sinuous ribbon of fire reminiscent of a dragon's coil. With practiced precision, he sends the fiery tendril hurtling towards the assailants, ensnaring them in its fiery embrace. The flames do not scorch their flesh, but bind them in place, rendering them powerless and petrified. In that moment, it becomes clear – Thrystan is not merely a Scorcher; he possesses the legendary Dragonfire within him.

“What do you mean though?” “Right before the war started the queen gave birth to three hatchlings. Everyone thought that the hatchlings died with their mother. When the war ended, I still felt the black dragon’s essence somewhere on earth. I had one of my servants go and search for the hatchlings intending to eliminate them. But when he finally found them they were living amongst humans, they were being raised as humans. They didn’t show the signs of the Black Dragons’ evil essence, in fact they were quite normal. I couldn’t bring myself to have them killed, so I had my servants find a witch to bind their dragon essence. I figure they would never have become evil if the only dragons alive we