The Dong Kinger Novels & Stories

Dean banged his spear against the floor and managed to close the portal. "My friend!" Yama chuckled, his voice loud enough to down the sound of buzzing. I gawked at him as he was in one of his crazy suits which were too blinding for my eyes. He was the only demon who inherited the throne without having to fight for it. The longest-running Demon King. Most of them admired him for that quality and feared him at the same time. Then again he looked like the kind of person who cannot even hurt a fly. With his tall slender body, gangly arms and brown chocolate eyes he looked like the boy next door.

I would have actually gotten up to join them, but the crowd was much, and I did not want to get pushed by a fan who was probably about to go crazy from seeing them. "Damn! R.M looks hot with those shades." Kelly bit her lower lip seductively as she stared at him, and I shook my head sideways at her. The definition of shameless was this girl's Middle name. R.M, Suga, Jimin, V, Jungkook, Jin, and Jhope all walked in, followed by some other celebrities who turned the air. And oh, I definitely got up from where I was sitting when Ariana Grande made an appearance.

The universe had decided to give me another one, in a place I did not know, in a body that was not mine, with a family that had already sold me before I had even opened my eyes. "When you say Dragon King," I said carefully, "you mean that literally. You mean an actual dragon." Nobody answered. Which was, honestly, answer enough. Oh my Goddess.

The Great General Kong was expecting his eldest son to get elevated. That night The Great General Kong was enjoying the dinner with his wife, his daughter, and his son in law who was no other than Han Hong Yuan. Ever since Han Hong Yuan stayed in his residence and did not have any intention to go back to the capital city, the atmosfer inside his residence changed more lively.

If they knew a true bridge stood bonded to a dragon king who believed in coexistence, they would move. And they would side with strength. With dominion. With me. A knock sounded again. This one lighter. Smaller. “Enter.” My nephew stepped inside. Kaerin. Lean. Young. Quick-winged. The smallest dragon in my line — which makes him perfect. Small dragons slip where large ones cannot. “You sent for me, Uncle.” I studied him. He is not yet hardened by defeat. Not yet dulled by compromise. Good. “You will fly west,” I told him.

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

I spent hours studying the text. I learned about Alice's Dragon, referred to in ancient languages as the 'Rare Healer of Fire.' This unique dragon was gifted with ancient magic. If the Rare Healer of Fire mated with another dragon, they would be reborn as humans but retain the ability to use dragon magic without their dragon forms.

Aki and Temujin nodded grimly. “Who else is there?” Temujin asked. “Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.”