King Of Dragons Name Novels & Stories

The Dragons The Elders: Neyalha – (Nay-ALL-a) Gheyaral – (GAY-arall) The Guardians: Nayara – (Nay-AHR-ah) Ghaeron – (GHER-on) The Inhabitants of Edon The King and Queen Emerik (EH-merik) and Adalyn (AD-alin) The Grenyaar – (GREN-yahr) (The Black Knights) Sira – (SUR-ah) – Title for female Knights

Aira took the deer meat and gave it to the dragons. "You want to feed them?" Aira said. "Yes," I said. I held the deer meat and stared at a white dragon. The white dragon just stared at me and suddenly walked towards me. The beauty and size of his body fascinated me. The white dragon snorted at me, and I was shocked and closed my eyes. Aira laughed and said, "I think he likes you. This dragon belongs to King Everett." "What's his name?" "Pendragon," she said. And I reached out to feed him.

His large shadow once again stole the sun's warm rays from Micheal. "The King asks that we hurry. I'm sure we are past the dangers of the vampires and the shooters. If we must take the journey to the top, it should be done in the quickest time possible. We should use our dragons," He grunted. He was a pure-bred Fire Dragon. It means his heat was much stronger than any. "The king?" Micheal echoed, he glanced back to Reye and Pete, scoffing inwardly,” I suppose you’ve informed him already of our long journey?"

His eyes were a deep blue, like the night sky and he carried himself like a man in charge, fitting as he was the king after all. “Father. I would like you to meet Kara Ravenfield or Yarrow. Kara, this is my father Callan Horne, King of the dragons.” I stood up and looked up at the king, giving a respectful bow before holding my hand for him to shake and gripping it firmly while doing so. He looked me up and down, giving me an assessing look before he nodded once and smiled brightly.

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

“The future King is supposed to follow in the footsteps of the previous King. Cyran doesn’t even have it in him to harm a fly at this point. Why can’t I just be King dad? I will do everything you are training me to do.” “We already discussed this, do not argue with me. You know that Cyran was the firstborn, which means his Dragon will naturally become the next King. The only way for you to become King is after I die, make sure that the Dragon Stone Keeper dies and take the Stone. Then you will become the rightful King.” The lies coming from my father were so obvious, that even without my ability to detect a lie, I knew he was lying to Arion. I remember him teaching me that once the Dragon St

As her volume increases, the words that were once a mystery start to make sense. “Praise Oaestr, Great Diviner, Mother of us All. Praise Nyxt, Night Father, Void Incarnate, Mate of the Goddess. Blessed are your brood. Ayre, Faeyre, Bleyd, Kore, Myeti, Carnelia. Blessed Carnelia! Gifted Carnelia! The first Queen of Dragons.” The light from above overwhelms my current form and soon being flame itself isn't enough to keep the pain at bay any longer. As my body bucks against the throne, something shifts in Vega's expression and her eyes take on a look of genuine fear as she gazes in my direction.

Then she looked up at us and patted the floor in invitation. Neither of us moved. She shrugged. “Very well. Be formal and uncomfortable.” Despite everything, I almost smiled. Then her expression sharpened. “Everything was planned by Elias’s older brother.” The humor vanished from the room. “Darius.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. She continued. “He used the dragon form. Not as preference, but as identity. Power. Spectacle. He crowned himself King of the Dragons long before any crown formally touched his head.” Images flickered in the air above her as she spoke—memory answering truth. A man in gleaming scales, vast wings spread over kneeling crowds, fire in his throat and pride in