Legend Of The Dragon King นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“O Dragon of all Dragons. Awaken the Great Dragons from your deep slumber. I call you all the dragons of Magica. From the water, the land, the air. Ruler of animate and inanimate beings. For the Awakening of the Dragons and the future of Magica. I, Draco, the last Dragon King, summons you to rise and expel all demons from Magica! For Glory!” The Heart of Magic throbbed as if to answer Draco's call. The golden-colored heart flowed golden energy in the form of pillars of light that shot violently into the sky. The golden light broke out from above the sky in all directions like a meteor shower that shot fast and was emitting more and more light.

By dragon’s power, King Eric and King Jumuck defeated various kingdoms in the world. “Argo!!! What are you doing? Cut them both off. Let their heads roll at my feet. I want my shoes on the head of the Great King Darian!” King Eric shouted. The dragon, which was the incarnation of Argo, flipped over. His initially yellowish-green eyes turned reddish-yellow. Argo showed his anger.

A trophy to parade around on their arm. I hated it. I hated all of them. I never let anyone in, not like I let Thane in. Then, I thought about the creature that emerged from the ocean, and I tried to be scared of it. Stand behind the awful things I said. I should be afraid of dragons. Those jagged teeth. Massive wings. Leathered skin with the gant of an apex predator. Golden horns coiled around his head like a crown. I suppose it made sense. Thane was the crown prince, and his dragon form showed it off unabashedly. The light that reflected off of beautiful iridescent scales. Shifting from midnight blue to black. Breathtaking.

Mia knew that the reincarnation of The legendary mage would soon appear, after all she had been present when Freya, who was her childhood friend, had given birth to the reincarnation of the golden dragon. Only, the golden dragon had a biological mother and father who were both powerful dragons, unlike Cassy who had appeared from nowhere, and when Dylan who was Freya's soul mate had seen the tattoo of the golden dragon on his son's right wrist, he had immediately gotten rid of all the witnesses of his birth and he had asked her to protect their son.

Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward. “Who are you?” The dragon, now a man, stared at her with his dragon eyes. “You have no recollection of what happened, do you?” When Sophia didn’t answer, he huffed indignantly. “No wonder,” he sighed. “I am Jarus, King of the Dragonae Kingdom. I am a good friend of Elijah Trueblade… and yours.” ~O~O~O~ “K-King,” Jennifer stuttered. “Relax, Jenny,” Sophia whispered without taking her eyes off the dragon. “He will not harm us.”

"Your majesty, during my adventure in Lukedonia, I discovered some things about that city. In the dragon world, the king of dragons is known as Drakon.” the red-hooded man explains. “The Drakon rules over the affairs of all dragons and is responsible for ensuring the peace among humans, demi-humans, and beasts with the dragons. There is however one rule which every Drakon dragon on the throne must obey.

’ He asked trying to understand it. ‘If I told you what I am about to tell you then you would have never found Rosalie. She would have never found you and this war of finding the gem would have never come to an end. You would have waited for her to come to you which would never had happened.’ His mom told him. ‘You my son are a special dragon, said to be the rebirth of the king from so many years ago. The moment you where born was the moment I knew it was you.

The kind of power I would have if the dragon king worshipped me, I would be unstoppable. Fueled by the desire of my imagination, I lifted Larissa's chin and made her look up to my face. “How do I get pregnant for the dragon king?" I asked. “It is almost impossible, My lady. Many have tried but none has succeeded. Only the true bride of the dragon king can carry a dragon foetus," she responded negatively. “So you mean there have been other brides?" “Yes, all of which were burned to ashes after their conception period exceeded. His Majesty won't hesitate to burn you alive if you fail to meet up to the task." A cold chill went down my spine after hearing her words.

She proclaimed herself as Irene, and I was given no choice but to call her that. My finger danced on her forehead. Whoever she claimed to be, I know my Irun was within her. And I would toil through all obstacles and life-threatening experiences to get her back. I descended from a long line of the powerful dragon royalties of Caliborn, and I would rather die than be the only king to be recognized without a mate. My gaze wandered to her delicate eyes. Five thousand years ago, I witnessed a similar scene after the infamous war. And at that time, it was a permanent slumber.

“Uncle Primus…” But my uncle, King Primus Majere, isn’t listening. He’s taken his bipedal form, dressed again as the courtier that the False Queen demanded, his hand tightly wrapped around the neck of a young man with long black hair. As I watch, the man begins to change, his hair flowing and white, his eyes shining silver. It’s Atremi. He’s come to meet us. “YOU BASTARD!!” The Dragon King snarls, his tail whipping around him as he pins another drake to the ground. “You killed my wife! You killed Carnelia, and now you will die with her!”