Natsu The Dragon King Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

beasts made of smoke and teeth leaped around her ankles, their red eyes fixed on Aria’s throat. "I told you, little wolf," Valerica purred, her hair glowing like molten lava. "The King doesn't want you. And the Council has already signed your death warrant. I’m just here to make sure it’s... messy." "Get out," Aria rasped, her voice shaking but her violet eyes refusing to drop. Valerica laughed, a high, tinkling sound that grated like glass on bone. "Or what? You'll bleed on me? You’re a slave, Aria. And tonight, you’re going to find out what happens to slaves who try to sit on a Dragon’s throne, My throne. You think you can compete with me for king Silas?"

Patting her dress lightly and straightening up her body and a maidservant suddenly appeared from nowhere to tidy up the table. “We've to make the snake people our ally in order to prevent this constant rift between the kingdoms darling. They're strong, they've one of the best armies in the continents and their princess is beautiful. She would be Queen.” “What about Minerva?” Old Mr Gael asked. “Although she is not a dragon shifter, she holds a special place in Vincent's heart. I can see it from afar…”

I slowly brought it to the dragon’s head, gently placing it there, guiding her to scratching it as if she would do to a cat “and you Crystal would accept that Natalia is your other half” “I am accepting her, it is her who doesn’t want me around” “Crystal…” “Fine” the dragon sassed. Natalia laughed, shaking her head as she watched the two of us. “You’re arguing with a dragon, a talking dragon” “Yes, it seems like I can add that to the unusual bucket list that I seem to have” I said, rolling my eyes. I brought Natalia’s hand to my lips, gently kissing her knuckle “but we are going to need to do something that I don’t think you’re going to like too much”

Nat stood before a wide window, staring out at a rocky mountain range illuminated by a red and orange sky. In the distance, two dragons chased each other through the air, bursts of fire punctuating their attempts to char each other beyond recognition. Occasionally, one of the lumbering beasts would collide with the mountainside, sending a boulder or two tumbling into the valley below. While the red dragon seemed to have the upper hand at the moment, its elongated neck and sharp, black talons formidable, the smaller, more agile black dragon was able to thwart his foe by darting around behind him. Nat was secretly cheering for the black dragon as he could identify with its underdog position, b

"You have to keep your strength up, Ava. If you get too weak, we’ll have to go to a hospital, and the moment you check in under any name, the King’s sirens will start blaring." I looked at the toast, then out the window at the dense, unforgiving woods. I was the Dragon, a creature of fire and code, reduced to a fugitive in a cottage, unable to even keep down a piece of bread. I felt a tear prick the corner of my eye—not of sadness, but of pure, unadulterated rage. Nathan was out there, living in a palace, while I was here, shivering in the shadows with his child growing inside me.

She said continuously to herself. On the other side, Nathaniel is confuse on how fast this shadows regenerates. He changes his sword to a gun as he continuously kills everything that goes on what he calls fire-of-vision. He is out-of-breathe, this is maybe lack of training or his agility weakens. Maybe, he still doesn’t understand anything about what is happening right now. All this time his mind is focus on how to protect the realms and kingdoms. He is in the highest place possible, one of the King mightiest warriors. Yet, the bravery his King showed that night seem to be impossible to achieve. It is the night he declares his love to a Priestess he can never marry, never touch, and never se

Elias's POV I stood at the edge of the torchlight, my shadow stretching long and jagged across the grass. My chest felt like it had been hollowed out with a rusted blade. I watched Nathan, the Alpha King, his powerful frame looming over her, his hands gripping her waist as he forced his lips onto hers. The sight made my wolf claw at my insides, a silent roar of possessive fury building in my throat. I was halfway to shifting, my claws already beginning to prickle beneath my skin, ready to tear him away from her.

"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.

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

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.