The Bride Of The Last Dragon Novels & Stories

For the first time I notice a faint tinge of red in his eyes. He straightens up, a smile spreading on his thin lips. “That my dear, is High lord Lucien Drakon Vire. King of all the three realms.” I nearly fall off my bed and the doctor rush to steady me. I have heard stories about the high lord, why didn’t it click when everyone kept referring him as royalty. My head spins, a new fear gripping at my chest. The man who saved me, who treated me like I was special, who spoke to me like he was my savior but I know who he is now.

It's the reason the curse of one-hundred-thousand years will bring me pain until those years have passed. I am the last direct descendant of Drakon, the dragon who caused the curse. My father was his brother. I alone should pay for Drakon's sins, but the Goddess is vengeful. I've watched all the dragons die but the four of us. Then watched my three remaining brother dragons suffer with the pain of losing their brides again and again. It's fitting that I loved Meagan so deeply, and I will love my next bride in the same way. Fire rises in my throat and I let it slice over the water that has accepted my bride as gift. Now the long years of loneliness begin again.

The kind of power I would have if the dragon king worshipped me, I would be unstoppable. Fueled by the desire of my imagination, I lifted Larissa's chin and made her look up to my face. “How do I get pregnant for the dragon king?" I asked. “It is almost impossible, My lady. Many have tried but none has succeeded. Only the true bride of the dragon king can carry a dragon foetus," she responded negatively. “So you mean there have been other brides?" “Yes, all of which were burned to ashes after their conception period exceeded. His Majesty won't hesitate to burn you alive if you fail to meet up to the task." A cold chill went down my spine after hearing her words.

Her fingers stilled against my cheek. “I’m a dragon.” She froze. I smirked, amused by her reaction. “Not just any dragon, either. I’m the last surviving Draconian of Solaria. The crown prince of my kingdom.” Lysaa inhaled sharply, her expression stunned. "A dragon? A prince?" She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe it. "I never... I never would have expected my mate to be a dragon. Especially not someone of your status." A frown tugged at my lips. Something about the way she said that bothered me.

Aric had told Amber that the Oracle was the Dragon's bride and she's been on a run from him from the past centuries. For a moment the Oracle's eyes went vacant and she started whispering things in a language that Amber did not understand but her mumbling was stopped when the Dragon pinched her nipple hard. A gasp escaped from the Oracle's lips. Her eyes gained focus again. The Dragon bit on her ear lobe playfully and whispered in her ear. "Focus my love. Next time you lose focus I'm going to gain it back by fucking you hard." The Dragon's lips curved in a teasing smile while he tightened his arms around his bride. However, his bride didn't pay attention to him.

“But there’s a cost of this second chance… since she is defying the divine order.” “A cost?” I ask as she nods my head. “Yes… there will never be another Wolf mated to a Dragon from now to the end of time… and… there will not be another holder of the Ancient Dragon Fire. This is our final chance. We are the last of our kind to ever be mated…” she whispers. Agnarr’s eyes meet mine and my heart aches at that. Why…? I am not sure, but to know that we will be the last fated couple of our species - Dragon and Wolf, it breaks my heart. But it also makes this feel all the more precious.

And no one had the guts to challenge. Indifferent to all of this, the priest continued to chant the words. Brishor turned to look at Meryl and found her grinning. She really liked what he did with Chezzal and encouraged him in her own way. The lights danced around the two of them. Through the shimmer, they looked ethereal. The audience couldn’t help staring at the beautiful view in front of them. It had been hundreds of years since people had found their mates and there was a wedding of mates. The most complicated case was that of their king. He has two mates and they all knew that his bond was incomplete. But he was one lucky dragon for he found his mate in a human.

I look at him and nods, yes, Aziel and Holly have been extremely close to each other and I can understand that he feels betrayed by now. "Yeah and of course he's also the last of his kind so before he met us she was the only one that accepted him" Silas says and I look up at him in confusion. "What do you mean? The last of his kind, isn't Aziel a werewolf hybrid?" I ask him and then look over at Orion. Orion start to laugh at me and so did Silas. Now I'm really confused. "No Poppy, Aziel is the last dragon, a fire drake actually." Orion says between the laughing.