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

Even a single drop of that poison could kill any dragon and there is no cure for that. 'No one knows that I am coming and going into the palace at night time. So they must be searching for Brandon' Blaze guessed. "There he is. Kill him" one of them cried thinking that it's Blaze that they were hired to kill. Blaze let his fire take over his entire body and began to burn all the red dragons one at a time. Brandon too came out of his hiding place and began to snap the necks of as many red Dragons as he could. When there is only one dragon left, both the brothers surrounded him and Blaze is trapped him with his fire.

Hello guys, Thank you so much for reading my book 'Dragons unidentified Mate'. I now began to write another story about the second couple who were given the powers of the Relic. Hope you enjoy Blaze and Bella's story as much as you enjoy Drake and Nyra's. Blaze is the king of a sect of Dragons called the black Dragons. There is a third realm in fairy called the dark realm, which is dominated by Black dragons. Isabella is a human girl, who was kidnapped to replace her look alike Arabella.

This punch was imbued with the force of curses—intangible and unseen, yet undeniably real and not easily dodged. Pharaoh's Shroud filled Gideon with immense confidence. He spat out a Purifying Pill. "Dragon vein!" Gideon bellowed fiercely. Underneath the headquarters of Heaven's Dominion, the A-class dragon vein roiled with unrest. The energy from the dragon vein surged like a powerful torrent, controlled by Gideon. He then shouted, "Heavenly flame!" Instantly, three mighty flames appeared, which were Netherflame, Earthcore Flame, and Karmic Bloomfire.

I let my eyes sweep across the crowd, meeting the fierce stares of my pack mates, their faces mirroring the burning desire for justice that raged within me. "We will not rest, we will not falter, until Am Amia is nothing but a distant memory. Her betrayal and defiance are an insult to our values, our heritage, and the very essence of our wolf nature. Today, we declare war on her and her dark magics. We will hunt her down, expose her to the light, and rip her limb from limb if necessary." My voice echoed with a promise of relentless pursuit and brutal vengeance.

He reached out to grab me, but the neighbors stepped in and stopped him. Out of options, he pulled out the bracelet, hoping it would stir something inside me. "Lily, I need to give this back to you." I snatched the bracelet and hurled it to the ground, shattering it. "Simon, everything you give me, even your love, feels so cheap." I sneered at his pale, defeated face. "You can be cheap, but I won't let myself be devalued." He whispered in disbelief, "This can't be... You're not my Lily. Give her back to me."

Around him stood hundreds—perhaps thousands—of wolves, cloaked in ash-grey and crimson, fists raised in silence. “I speak not as prince,” Arion began, his voice low and cold, “nor as exile. But as the truth, your ancestors feared.” He opened his arms, flame flickering at his fingertips, and the crowd behind him did not cheer. They stood like statues, as if their silence was its war cry. “I am the Flame Unbound. The Fire That Chose Itself. I am no longer shackled by the rusted bloodlines of hollow thrones. I am Sovereign—High Sovereign of the New Fire Order.”

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

"But that doesn't get us out of this room." "Let me finish." Freya wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "You are the vessel for the Dragon Flame, and the Flame is an ancient source of power. I can use a conduit—you—as long as you don’t fight me. If you let me in, I won't die and I can steal power directly from the Flame. I can cast a spell to keep us extra safe. But the Flame is ancient; it has to be kept busy. The stone my mother is using was created from the Flame itself. Both things have to be done simultaneously. While Sasha’s mother is being marked by the Flame..."

A young dragon, the size of a small cat and wreathed in silver fire, burst out with an air of pure dominance. Its golden eyes were filled with an innate love for me and an endless killing intent for my enemy. Mommy! A tiny but fierce voice echoed in my mind. It was Adrian! Who dares touch my mommy! The young dragon opened its small mouth, and a beam of concentrated silver dragon-fire, as fast as lightning, shot out. The crazed look on Isabella’s face froze. She didn’t even have time to scream. Her entire being, along with her circle of trash, was incinerated into motes of dust by the purifying dragon-fire, utterly erased from the world.

I step closer to him until the firelight reflects in my scales. “You mistake comfort for strength,” I say quietly. The circle falls silent. “We are dragons,” I continue. “Apex creatures forged in flame and storm. We ruled both realms once because we were meant to.” “And the fae?” someone asks. “They understood hierarchy.” “Until the Madrigals,” another mutters. “Yes.” Madrigals. Half-blood bridges. Living compromises. They were meant to be tools. Instead they became symbols. And symbols are far more dangerous. I pace slowly around the fire pit.