House Of The Dragon Wattpad นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The walls of that house became my cage, suffocating in its silence. My only escape was television. The moment I turned it on, the universe twisted its knife. There, broadcast for all to see, was the glorious presentation of the twin heirs of Keladia: Kaelan Draven Greystorm Lockwood and Serenya Valtoria Greystorm Lockwood, cradled proudly by their parents. Queen Luna Bella Flora Lockwood and her Lycan King, Chadrick Kent Greystorm. The image of him—Hendrick’s mirror, down to the smolder in his eyes—made my chest cave. My nails dug into my palms until they nearly broke the skin.

The kids dragged us upstairs immediately, tugging hands, chattering over each other, showing off every treasure they’d collected while they waited. Daenerys pulled me into her room first as she pointed proudly at a drawing taped above her bed: a stick-figure family under a big yellow sun, four figures plus a tiny blob that was clearly the new baby. “That’s us,” she said. “When you come back.” I swallowed hard as I crouched so we were eye-level. “We’re back now. For good.” She threw her arms around my neck again. “Promise?” “Promise.” Daemon tugged Sharon into his room next. Showed her a shoebox full of rocks he’d polished with spit and a sock. Then he held up a crayon drawing of a dragon wit

"I trusted in his wisdom and your wiles, and what did they avail me, smuggler? The storm lords sent you packing. I went to them a beggar and they laughed at me. Well, there will be no more begging, and no more laughing either. The Iron Throne is mine by rights, but how am I to take it? There are four kings in the realm, and three of them have more men and more gold than I do. I have ships . . . and I have her. The red woman. Half my knights are afraid even to say her name, did you know? If she can do nothing else, a sorceress who can inspire such dread in grown men is not to be despised. A frightened man is a beaten man. And perhaps she can do more. I mean to find out. "When I was a lad I fo

So, I asked my father calmly after sitting down, “What happened, Alpha? Who dares stand against the Black Mountain Pack?” My father began to recount the problem from the beginning: “The Grey Moonlight Pack is known for its purity, and their Alpha has a daughter, ‘Daenerys.’ She was supposed to marry her cousin, Kaos, but she fell in love with Kazius from our pack. You know exactly who Kazius is, but now he has fallen into the pack’s trap, and they plan to imprison him forever.”

“Ansel, inform the council the Future Queen and unborn Prince or Princess has been taken by the Witch Morgana! Force their mates to aid us if they have witch mates!” I could feel the fury from my dragon wanting out. All this over something he didn’t have any control over, he wasn’t even born yet. Liza wasn’t born yet. I ran outside the castle strip as Draco forced shifted. Tilting his head high in the sky he called every species he could.

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

“Elara, no child can tame a dragon. Dragons are rare. Most people never even see one.” Liora crossed her arms and looked at Auren with disdain. “And how old is this child? Why is he so small?” “Elara, even if you are angry with Lucian, you should have raised his child properly. You cannot neglect him like this.” “My son is not Lucian’s child.” I looked at them coldly. “He can ride dragons because his father is Kael Drakon, the Supreme Dragonlord.” “And I am Kael Drakon’s wife.”

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

Clenching his fists together, he said through his gritted teeth, " Run away, princess before I do something that you will regret." ____________ " DON!! DON!! The house Draco is on fire. The crown prince must have bu..." Matteo paused abruptly as soon as his eyes fell on me. I stopped chewing the spaghetti that Fiona gave it to me. Matteo received a sharp glare from Alexis who was laid on the couch, displaying his solid muscles. It was hard to keep my eyes on the plate. Before I could ask anything, the news was played on TV. People were screaming around the house of Draco, a powerful pack in the city that was recently accused of doing illegal activities.