Natsu Fire Dragon King Novels & Stories

“Mare, you are a gift from the gods. You are the chosen one, sent to save us from our sufferings. Use your gifts and your opportunities wisely.” “I am the king’s slave, how can I possibly save my people when I myself live in a golden prison?” One of his hands dropped from her face to her belly. “I have heard talks about dragon kings of the past and how they ruled 6 kingdoms. The blood of the dragon kings runs within your veins. Give birth to dragons, seize the throne, unite the 6 kingdoms, and rule. We will call you Dragon Queen sitting on a throne forged from steel by fire.” He sounded lost in his imagination and in his eyes, Mare could see her foolish dreams as a child. She on a horse albe

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

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.

The prince was dead. I lifted my hands. They shook. I remembered the strange fire that had been on my skin. The King wanted a dragon. Maybe I would give him one. My breath came deep and slow. A new feeling rose in my chest. It was not fear. It was not sadness. It was fire. It was anger. Hot, red, dragon anger.

After reading what I did, I had to do everything I could to keep myself from dying. Even if I hated Cyran, that didn’t mean he wasn’t beneficial to the world. As the Dragon King, it was his responsibility to make sure that the balance was maintained, or at least as much as possible. Even I knew that he couldn’t put an end to all the bad Dragons in the world. It was also up to him to keep the Keeper of the Dragon Stone safe. Which is why his fated mate was the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. It isn’t a requirement for him to love or cherish her, as long as he protected her.

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?"

“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.

"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."

"My name is Akana den Rifabienn, Rial Cariad of Eitir," Mayin tilted his head. "Rial Cariad ... The consort of the Frostking? Information that my dear colleague neglected to mention." Mayin made a gesture towards Vis, who had risen and reached for a wine bottle that he drained in one gulp. Vis didn't want to be sober for this conversation. "What did you mean when you said the fire is not mine?" Akana asked, trying to disregard Vis drinking. He won't be of much help during this conversation. "The fire belongs to the dragon ... You call him Rafabik if I am not mistaken. You are merely using his element," Mayin said casually, and Akana frowned.

The drop splashed against his pale forehead and the King pressed his thumb down onto the droplet. His dragon separated from him and he breathed his fire down on Nicu’s body. It was the first time I saw Florin’s dragon and I wasn’t impressed. He was smaller than Echo and I felt no pity for him. I was going to break him, piece by piece. We stood around the stone slab for the mandatory ten minutes of silence as we watched Nicu burn. His reception in the dragon realm would be anything but pleasant. I saw the King stare directly at me and with a flick of his head I knew he wanted to see me.