Natsu The Dragon King Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

This threw Natsu as he rolled on the ground, as he stood up he saw that the sky dragon was really angry. "I'll be very happy when this exams finishes" Natsu said as he thought to himself. The dragon then began to attack Natsu as he ran and dodge the attacks to survive. Boommmm!!! "What's that!" Mitsuki asked as they saw a giant explosion of sand that went shooting out of the ground from afar. Yami in his mind thought, "That might be Natsu! Wait, is he really ahead of us that much" Kazuko on the other hand said with a worried tone, "Don't tell me we're going to fight a sky dragon!"

Especially regarding the new King who has a crazy interest in Fuschia, even to the point of 'promising' to pull the monsters away if they hand Fuschia over to him. Maftah thought maybe this had something to do with Fuschia's magical abilities. 'I can't imagine what a twisted plan the new king would do if he had Lady Sasha's magic ability on top of their monsters.' By his side, Dylan watched Maftah who fell into his deep thought, not even bothering him who ignored his question. He thought that Maftah could grasp things fast, and it was quite annoying. 'He guessed well that Drachentia orchestrated this mess.'

“… I only have the best intentions.” “That so?” she asked playfully. Niquel stood by the entrance. His mate had disappeared behind the fridge’s door while the mutt was staring blankly at her ass. He was holding the Dragon King’s heir, who was getting put to sleep in his arms. Aidan shifted his gaze at the new arrival. He smirked. “Friend of my mate?” asked the Alpha King. “Her only mate, mutt,” Niquel replied. His eyes gleamed, almost glassy, as he fought to keep his beast from taking control.

“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.

Cold sweat broke out on my back. “Take this!” I sent a purple colored spear towards her way, which she dodged with ease. “Is that all you've got?” She chuckled sinisterly. I tried again, until I was sure I'd run mad. I couldn't hurt a strand of her hair, even though she'd attacked me so much, my legs could barely carry the weight of my body. I was Natasha Jace, future queen of Gavemorth. I'd lived for a millennium. Yet, my attacks on her were as puny as a child's punch on an adult. Non-effective.

Mia’s POV He squeezed my chin harshly, making me tremble all over. The aura he exuded terrified me. I had no doubt he could tear me apart if he wanted to. After all, he was the king of the North. “Speak up! Are you seriously refusing me?” His eyes blazed with anger. I struggled to breathe, saying with difficulty, “No… I wouldn’t dare…” I must have been crazy to shout “no” at him earlier. We had a contract. He just slept with another woman, yes, but if he came to me, I couldn’t refuse him.

It felt as if the storm within his eyes had transferred to the clouds above, creating a storm weather front outside the Blue Moon alpha house. Both Natascha and Renard take a step back, whereas Nate just crosses his arms, used to the monstrous aura of the alpha king. “I made it clear not to touch me!” He growls at Natascha, who whimpers under his intense threatening aura. “Now leave before you make another spectacle of yourself again!” He coldly says to her before spinning on the spot and heading back into the alpha house. She looks at me, if looks could kill… Ha, an open rejection would hurt…maybe she’ll keep her claws off him from now on.

"I will do my utmost, Your Majesty." King Theron laughed heartily. "Good! I will wait for your good news." I sighed softly. Examine the healthy one. Ignore the sick one. I would wait and see where their pure golden dragon came from. The King left. Lysander and I turned to go, but Drakon blocked our path. "You truly thought bringing a healer here would embarrass me?" he sneered. "Seraphina, you are as despicable as ever." I smiled calmly. The Crown Prince of the dragon realm cannot father children. Is that not a joke?

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

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.