The Bride Of The Last Dragon Novels & Stories

“She told me that English men like a woman to bleed on the wedding night, but many lasses don’t, even if they have not been with a man. She told me that lasses put a leach in their channel for a bit a day or two before the wedding to make a weak spot so coupling will shed some blood. I had thought that all the emissary would need was a bloody sheet and mother's trick would provide that for us.” “You deceived the king’s emissary, and therefore the king himself.” “Not as much as you did, Groigair Padraig Alasdair MacInnis.” Padraig scowled at her and grabbed the counterpane, tossing it back to reveal her nakedness. Eliana gasped when grabbed her ankle and tugged her quickly to the edge of the

"He is the last of his kind. When the moon was full, dragons mated. Now, he can only sing, hoping a mate would come. It's a sacred night because a dragon child conceived in this night will be blessed with a stronger connection with Dracos." "That's his name?" "Every king names him as he pleases. I call him Dracos." They listen to the lonely song in silence for a while, each caught in their own melancholy. "Was Lysa here?" Astrid breaks the silence when the weight of the question becomes too heavy to bear anymore. "Yes." Is the one-word answer that crushes her. "Why did you ask for me then?" "I wanted to see you." "Was Lysa not enough for one night?" Astrid asks without being able to control

And at the end of the day, when all was said and done, she again became, The Blood King's Bride. THE END.

I bet they're also visible on my forehead. "You feeling alright?" Narth asked with a worried look on his face. "Yeah," I muttered. "Maybe we should go back to the plan and--" "Any moment now she will walk towards me and all I have to do is burry the sharp end of the dagger in her chest," I grunted. Narth backed away and just as I raise my head, the huge doors in front opened, revealing my lovely bride. My jaw dropped at her beauty. She never fails to leave me wanting to freeze time but a thought would jump right at it; she is not Clairra.

I was the lowest-born black serpent in the Serpent Clan, yet the Dragon Court's most honored crown prince chose me as his bride. He gave up his betrothal to my sister, surrendered his place as heir, and walked away from the Dragon Court for me. I was moved beyond words and became his wife. But after I gave birth to only a black serpent, he flew into a rage. He crushed our baby beneath his foot, then killed me with a single strike of his sword. As I was dying, I saw hatred burning in his eyes. "If I'd known you were this useless, I should've married your sister!" Only then did I learn the truth. I was the woman of fate named in the Dragon Court's forbidden book, the one born with primord

I stood up and pointed at a green snake outside the barrier. “I can bond with him and pray for rain!” Leigh glanced at the mottled green snake beyond the barrier and pretended to persuade me kindly. “Chloe, there’s no need to rush like this. A rain maiden must ride a dragon to soar into the sky. You must be mistaken, seeing a snake as a dragon.” The crowd whispered as I pulled the snake toward me with my spirit power. “Princess Chloe is confused. A white dragon, no matter how weak, is still a dragon. At today’s ceremony, I’m afraid only Princess Leigh can put an end to the drought on Earth.”

"Control your beast and end this violence at once. Remember where you stand. Do not let your emotions take over and destroy thousands of years of legacy." The flames intensified, and some of my soldiers poured water. The others tried to breathe in the flames. It would not suffice. Those were the flames of a powerful royal dragon. So powerful that even Rothrar himself would not mount a challenge. I was its creator. And so I was the only one who could tame or destroy it. "Brother!" My brother's voice seemed clearer. "Rothrar?" I said. "Ramon." He looked into my eyes. "Remove the flames."

His hands slipped lower, caressing her hips and backside beneath the water, teasing the line between reverence and temptation. “Dragon’s blood does not weaken when shared,” he murmured, his hands slipping beneath her hips to lift her, “but the power tends to favor a few and we call that person ‘Draken’. Records show no ‘Draken’ since the first has found their mate. Some, in desperation, took additional wives to tempt their waning desires and hopefully produce an heir—although their offspring won’t necessarily inherit their title.”

The only other option right now is one of my two stepsisters. Bells chime somewhere in the temple and horns are blown to announce the arrival of my bride. Magnus is suddenly overly interested in his blue tunic. Although he is looking down at the hem near his rust-colored pants, I can still see his smirk. The priestess reappears just before the doors at the far end of the inner temple. The family enters first and is shown where to stand. Five temple attendants walk out next and stand behind the priestess. Magnus and I both turn towards each other when the bride walks in. Although she's wearing the traditional Dragon Bridal Dress, she has a full length, long sleeve dress underneath. I shrug as

“From this moment on, you are Lady Elinor Avelaine of Valmere… candidate to become the Demon King’s bride.” Silence followed. And within it, the last shadow of the girl who had once been Lyria… died.