King Of Dragons Name の小説・ストーリー

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came

Alpha Adam asked, confused. "Don't you know what he is, Alpha Adam? He is the mighty king of the dragons. The one and only King Arabic Reubus from the Kingdom of Diaphora. A long-lost kingdom for millenniums!" That lengthy explanation, hopefully, would give these two some sense to think brilliantly now.

Saga shook his head in frustration then froze as if he remembered something, " he said his name was King Arth or king uhm..Alec! Yes king Alec and that my time was up," "A king?" Louis echoed lifting his head slowly. "There is only one king of the Dragons, " I scoffed shifting in my seat. The king was silent as if in deep thought. He managed to sit slowly back on the bed, Xink was a bitch. "You're right, I am the only king, and there's no way there could be another dragon kingdom existing for tens thousand years in this same forest without us noticing, " "Especially one with magic so great he could create a cloaking spell, " Elzar spoke for the first time.

"Yes I am April's mate, chosen by free will and bound to her forever by the dragon bond. My name is Adrastus, but people around here usually refer to me by my title." Todd found himself struggling not to roll his eyes, thinking that this Lord was a little full of himself. "What should I call you then? Lord whoever, or Adrastus?" He replied sarcastically. The dragons answering smile was anything but friendly as his incisors lengthened slightly before Adrastus answered him. " You can call me by my title, but it's not Lord whoever, I prefer Your Majesty from a stranger, I am King Adrastus, the last of the fire dragons, and ruler of all the hoards."

Dark magic, Dominic called it, and I bet it was because the only supreme rule for any supernatural is that the mate bond is sacred. Urien was a formidable fighter. In human form, I hadn´t seen him in his dragon form, but I bet he was impressive. Dominic said he was an Onyx Dragon, and I had no idea what it meant, but his last name is Dragnoir, the same last name as one of the Dragon Kings… Adam… so he is a royal.

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

I sit up straight. Great-aunt!? That sounds like the joke of the century and I laugh, somewhat bitterly. I am a man known by many, yet unknown to none. To some, I am just Draco. Mostly, I am known by reputation– the faceless Rogue King, the mysterious land grabber, and many more that people cry about. Here in the Serbia Empire, I am Aleksandr Kresnik III, the new Head of the Dragon Dynasty and successor to the Serbia Empire throne.

Raeherys tapped his hand on the chronicler’s shoulder. Then he glanced at the remaining dragons before him. They were about twenty in numbers, but they could still do it. He must believe that they could. Myrdin suddenly stepped beside him and announced, “Give hail!Standing before you is Raeherys Alagor, Blood of the Hyborns, Descendant of Lord Hylos, King of Draconos, and Ruler of the Dragon Realm.” The mondras kneeled and responded altogether, “All Hail, King Raeherys!”

I asked, feeling sorry for the young man or boy who’d been forced to do such terrible things. “I went to a fire mage, actually,” he said. “He bound my dragon.” Kieran gestured to the red tattoo peeking up over his shoulder. “He bound my dragon here, like this.” “That’s your dragon?!” I gasped. “All chained up?” “Yes,” he confirmed. “Do you mind if I ask you about… him?” I asked, nodding to the tattoo. “What’s his name?” “His name is Naeghiros,” he said, and then his voice dropped to a whisper. “Naeghiros is the name of the first and last dragon, the dragon charged with setting our world on fire.”

Again, their brains failed to comprehend it. “Master!” The black dragon was greeting her in a friendly manner as well. “Lord Holiness.” The other dragon bowed at her. “Daddy, uncle…” Shadow changed the title. “This is the king of the dragon kingdom. Lord Nathan. This is his right hand, Angelo.” No honorifics? Again, it made all of them flabbergasted. “Oh, my master’s father. It is my honor to meet you. I guess we have a lot to discuss from here on.”