Legend Of The Dragon King Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was still slightly pissed off that Milo had brought Ghost up because that was shit nobody wanted to get involved in. “Back up, if Ghost is real then he’s the person you want in there.” Ryder was right again but I didn’t want to talk about Ghost. “What intel can you get on the Royal Family?” I asked him instead. “Why?” “Dragonkin will be called up to go to Romania. The King’s starting training camps, it’s not just a rumour. I’ve heard whispers about new King’s Guards, personal warriors and royal henchmen. There have been no other indications that the covens and packs are doing the same.”

Not only that, the dark sky brought black lightning that was far more terrifying than the lightning of a person's misery that would pierce the realm of a king or a heavenly king. "This form, what kind of dragon is it? Doesn't it also have golden blood?" The dragon emperor's gaze was surprised to see the dragon's legs that had just appeared before his eyes. Even though it was only a leg, the dragon emperor could tell that it was not a dragon similar to himself. ROAAARRRRR

This was the fact, that the king of the dragons had no idea how the demon lord could be stopped, he had already been reborn. – As I stood on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the vast kingdom below, a sense of duty washed over me. I was heir to the Dragon clan, entrusted with the sacred duty of protecting our land and its inhabitants. The Dragon clan had been revered for centuries, our powers unmatched and our loyalty unwavering. We were the guardians of peace and harmony, the defenders of justice in a world teetering on the edge of chaos. We weren't guarding just our clan, the whole world was on our shoulders.

“Were you planning on placing her before the king without warning her what to expect? Did you want her to be traumatized all over again when King Edgar turns into a dragon in order to fly up to his chair, only to revert back to a man when he is seated? Did you intend to keep her in the dark about what she carries in her belly? Believe me, son, if she was not pregnant before, I cannot believe she is not now. Venom or not. You have been with her far too many times for your seed not to take hold. She says she loves you. How can she love you when she knows not what you truly are? You must tell her and you must tell her now.” “Your king turns into a dragon?” she gasped as she inched away from

The King of the Citadel, a man she had only heard about in tales and whispers. She had heard the king was one of a kind and was said to be one of the greatest kings suppressing his father's reign. He was a rare breed. A mixed blood of a wolf and dragon and years ago he had lost his mate and it was said his wolf had been wounded by his mate’s death, teetering in agony. She couldn't believe she was in here with him and was meant to satisfy his hunger. A growl sounded followed immediately by a roar and it shook the room and it also shook her.

I stand there for a moment, looking down at her. She looks so small in my bed. So fragile. But I know she is not fragile. I have seen her fight. I have seen her stand up to Kendal. I have seen her refuse to break. She is stronger than me. I walk to the window. Open it. Cold air rushes in. I need to think. I need to breathe. I need to remember who I am. I am Cassius Draven. The Dragon King. The most feared man in the kingdom.

She had never expected to be given a choice. "If you choose to continue this marriage, you'll have to come with me to the Sea Dragon Kingdom. I can't stay here. Robert will handle the affairs on land. The matters of the kingdom are far more important." "Wait... the Sea Dragon Kingdom? What do you mean?" "I'm the prince of the Sea Dragon Clan." Alex paused before continuing. "My father was the Dragon King. Since he's gone, I've become the king now. We maintain a presence in both worlds as a precaution against future threats, ensuring that our people always have a place to seek refuge."

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

Further ahead in the distance, nestled between two towering mountain peaks, stands what looks like a mighty fortress with equally mighty tall entry gates that appear so black even in the darkness of the night. All I can instantly think about is this must be the domain of the Dragon King. I suck in a sharp breath. It is intimidating and unlike anything I have ever seen. And in there, the Dragon King is probably awaiting me. A ruler who sits upon a throne earned with blood, his kingdom built upon the ruins of those who dared defy him. Some say he is immortal. Untouchable. Others claim he is a monster, more beast than man. A warlord who crushes his enemies without remorse.