Platinum Dragon Lord Novels & Stories

“Good then lets move on to the war. It all began seventeen years ago. No one is one hundred percent sure why rogues are after the silver dragons. According to legend, if a silver dragon kills another dragon then that silver dragon will absorb their power. However the other six types cannot absorb each other’s power. At first we believed there was a silver dragon out there absorbing power. But it has never clear who it could be and every single silver dragon we had known was being killed off. Once Lux and Celestia were the last besides their daughter our theory went out the window. There is another legend that a silver dragon can extend another’s life if that person killed a silver dragon and

“Dragons love their treasure. All dragons, not just me. Although, based on our element, what we determine to be treasure is probably different. I draw my treasures from the earth and bring them here.” I walk around, amazed at the pure energy that is pulsing around me. There are minerals and gemstones everywhere, all still in their pure form. I reach out to touch a particularly large piece of gold, one that is almost half the length of my body, but I think twice. Avani said that dragons love their treasure. That means that this is a special place for him and that he would be protective of it. “Money is not precious to me. Lives and the earth, those things are precious to me. Your life is prec

“Orion?” “He was a hybrid wolf and a powerful warlock. For gold coins and Euvens, he would do anything and everything. He promised me that he would find a way to break the magic of the crown and then steal the throne. I deserve it. Mateo Storm is weak and useless. He wouldn’t know what to do with the kingdom, or how to keep the dragons in line.” His mother whispered something and he laughed. “Remember, the crown is more precious than everything else,” Tymeria Blackstone said.

His dragon was on display for all to see and I gave the Elders a look as they asked him that question. “Are you calling me a liar?” Echo said through Wynter as his eyes shone yellow. “Magnificent,” Elder Jackson said. “This is truly incredible,” Elder Charles murmured. “Separate Echo,” I said. The Elders gasped as the dragon that was now a head taller than Wynter separated from him and growled at the Elders. Elder Neil actually chuckled at that and I had to smile as Abeloth rolled his eyes. “This is Echo, Wynter’s dragon,” I said.

I sat down on the chair facing the sofa and I let my eyes return to normal. “The moment the King lays eyes on Abigail he’ll want her to bond with Prince Nicu. The strongest dragon in existence is the gray dragon. The silver white dragon is next in line, then comes the violet dragon and so on. Royal Dragons have always been what is known as Russian Violet, the darkest shade. We all know the darker the shade the stronger the dragon.” “A woman born of a man with a strong dragon is desirable but the bond has always been respected.” If we were normal people Sorin would’ve been right, but we weren’t.

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”

Drakon had spread rumors that I was too weak to bear a golden dragon's spiritual energy. He had never once cared for me. Remembering yesterday, I asked him directly. Was he a Gold dragon? Lysander paused. He gave a bitter smile and told me the truth. He was indeed born a Gold dragon. But his mother, the late consort, had not wanted him to fight for the throne. She used a secret art to change his scales to silver. That explained why Vania had given birth to a golden dragon in the past life. The father was Lysander, not Drakon.

He lifts me up and enters the steamy hot water with me; he sits and I lean back against his chest in the hot bubbly goodness. “So, let’s hear it.” I say as he massages my shoulders. My eyes roll, and a moan leaves me before my eyes close. His fingers feel so good against my skin. “I was in the Dragon Realm. I wanted to restore it to its former glory for Cyra. After all, she isn’t just the future heir to the Phoenix Kingdom. She is the future heir to the Dragon Realm.” I lean forward and look at him over my shoulder. “She is the princess of both. I am King Apollo’s son. I am the current ruler of the Dragon Realm.”

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"

“Lady Elara, forgive us. We were rude.” Liora understood the danger before Lucian did. She caught the sleeve of the noble nearest her and raised her voice. “He may have some power, but the Supreme Dragonlord and his wife are beyond every noble house on this continent. How could they be these people? Do not rush to flatter the wrong ones.” The room hesitated. Lucian had nearly believed the truth. Liora’s words gave him a way out. Kael Drakon ruled the continent. In Lucian’s mind, such a man could not have chosen the woman he had once abandoned outside a burning gate.