Novel & Cerita Natsu Dragon King Fanfiction

“Now, please take a few moments to settle, but when you are done, you may open the door, and I will be waiting to take you to Dr. Bally” I nod as I watch her leave the room, leaving me in awe --this is all so amazing. I just wish Rae was here to see it with me…. This is all for her…. I will save my sister. I look at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath—here I go. It’s time to be the Dragon King’s surrogate.

The only time he ducks two slut is when he is in a very happy mood or livid, As soon as I entered, I went on my kneels, bowing down. "Raise your head" he ordered, and I did, he stared at me with widened eyes, and a clenching jaw. "Who did this to you" he said his voice so deep and firm, "it Tim the second prince I was telling you, the posse a strong power more than you can imagine" I said my head replaying his spear how it shines and magnificent, "so he is more powerful than me??" "King natty said with a raise eyebrow and I shook my head, his slut was romancing him, and it is obvious he is Ina good mood, "you have nothing to worry about, I will be the one to kill him, after all their new alp

The Dragon King beamed, finally making peace with Elio. Horace, meanwhile, spiraled into despair. Stung by his lack of an heir, he drowned in drink. His drunken antics peaked when he tried forcing himself on a maid. Enraged, the Dragon King stripped him of his prince title. Horace blamed it all on his childless state, sinking deeper into debauchery. Young but broken, he took to his bed and wasted away. I visited Marina in the dungeon. Chained tight, her body was a map of scars, so thin she was almost unrecognizable.

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

"He protected me. He caught Seraphina trying to drug me and he stopped it. He’s a good kid." Nathaniel’s eyes darkened at the mention of the drugging, his jaw tight enough to snap. "He should have told me. I would have leveled that house by sunset." "And that’s why he told me instead," I said, placing my hands on his chest. "Nathan, I'm not a porcelain doll. I’m the Dragon. And today, I showed Mark Vance exactly what happens when you try to burn one of mine." Nathaniel stared at me, his anger slowly melting into that intense, soul-searing devotion I had come to crave. He pulled me into his arms, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

Finding a piece of glass which was the closest to the window, I carefully took it in my hand, not caring that I was drawing blood and running in the direction of the vampire, slitting his throat, knowing that the wound would heal instantly, but it was enough to distract him from my mate who fell on the ground as he coughed catching his breath. “YOU!” King Alexander yelled turning to face me, I wanted to run, but my body was suddenly lifted off the ground, and I was being levitated as if I weighed nothing, King Alexander’s eyes remained on me as he walked toward me “you know, for a street girl, you are awfully pretty” “Don’t you even dare” Nathan growled shifting out of instinct to attack the

"And why couldn't you be bothered with telling us?" "Because, sister, that lesson wasn't only for Lysa. Everyone should know that my word is the law and regardless of agreeing with it or not, you will respect it. When someone will have the power to change how things are, maybe it will be different, until then..." Tamara turns her face away, but Astrid can't help but stare at the king. He is so charming, so kind, so relaxed when it's just the two of them. It's so easy to forget who he is... But it's dangerous to do that. Because he is the dragon king. The most powerful man in the world and no one can change that.

I stare at Dakota who is looking at anywhere but at me. My heart begins to race in my chest as the urge grows. This feeling dictates that I have found my mate. But, it's wrong. Dakota can't be my mate. I've known her since she was a child. It doesn't make sense that I am feeling the bond now. It just isn't possible. 'Mate' Orin, my dragon growls in my head and I freeze. "Kota!" We both turn in the direction of Dale's voice. He's panting as he runs towards us.

"When I heard that, I knew I couldn't be Primus for you. I needed to be Leon. That if I didn't save you, I would mourn you for the rest of my life." His face is still in his hands, his hair hiding his expression. "I have never let anyone else this close to me, not even another dragon. My family has tried for ages to set me up with a proper drakaina. As crown prince, it will be my duty someday to marry and hatch heirs of my own. But I..." he looks up, his eyes red. "I don't think that will be possible for me. Dragons mate for life. And when we find our mate, our true mate, we can feel it in every cell of our bodies. I have tried over the years to find that connection, but it hasn't happened.