The Dragon King Book Novels & Stories

A young dragon, the size of a small cat and wreathed in silver fire, burst out with an air of pure dominance. Its golden eyes were filled with an innate love for me and an endless killing intent for my enemy. Mommy! A tiny but fierce voice echoed in my mind. It was Adrian! Who dares touch my mommy! The young dragon opened its small mouth, and a beam of concentrated silver dragon-fire, as fast as lightning, shot out. The crazed look on Isabella’s face froze. She didn’t even have time to scream. Her entire being, along with her circle of trash, was incinerated into motes of dust by the purifying dragon-fire, utterly erased from the world.

The moment Clara clenched the ruby in her palm, a terrifying pressure surged through the Dragon Abyss. The stench of death spread in all directions as the slumbering evil dragon finally opened its eyes. Clara was so terrified that her legs nearly gave out. She trembled violently and stammered, "There really… There really is an evil dragon down here!" The dragon's body was shrouded in black miasma. It opened its blood maw wide and slithered closer to Clara with obvious malice.

--- I spent two hours working through the ground floor history section. Most of it was exactly what it appeared to be — kingdom records, territorial histories, the documented reigns of dragon kings going back seven generations. Detailed, dry in places, occasionally extraordinary in the facts it contained so matter-of-factly that you had to stop and reread them to confirm you had understood correctly. One volume informed me in completely unexcited prose that the second Dragon King had once destroyed an entire mountain range in a border dispute, which was the kind of sentence that required a moment of quiet to fully absorb. I read with one part of my attention and searched with another.

She had never expected to be given a choice. "If you choose to continue this marriage, you'll have to come with me to the Sea Dragon Kingdom. I can't stay here. Robert will handle the affairs on land. The matters of the kingdom are far more important." "Wait... the Sea Dragon Kingdom? What do you mean?" "I'm the prince of the Sea Dragon Clan." Alex paused before continuing. "My father was the Dragon King. Since he's gone, I've become the king now. We maintain a presence in both worlds as a precaution against future threats, ensuring that our people always have a place to seek refuge."

Also even when he saw Draco for first time in his royal conference, he knew instantly that Draco was dragon, because of which he trapped Draco and us to lead to his chamber, from where he then successfully capture Draco, Jamerian Borg was planning on using Draco dragon power to improve his living year, however his motive was destroyed by us. King Jamerian Borg and all rulers after him were considered as good King, however only his son and now we know how ruthless and evil person he was; who didn’t even spared his own children in front of his greed to live forever. I felt nothing but disgust after concluding this truth about late king however my body and mind was already to sour to express my

If it thought it was me then. "Who am I and what am I?" I asked. " Danae Ravdylon. Bearer of the Ice Dragon." It managed to sound dry even with its kind of voice. I folded my arms and nodded. "So, you're an ice dragon and I carry you. Fair enough." It flapped its wings again. "I am 'THE' Ice Dragon. The only one. The bearers may expire but I live forever. Only I. For another to be born, I have to expire."

Then, all of a sudden, a big dragon emerged and lit a fire around him. "What do you seek, young Dragon?" The dragon uttered. "Why wouldn't Dominus be king?" Forsyth implored, he seriously needed an answer to that question. He had no idea why Dominus left the throne, but he needed him back there. "Young Dominus had other plans to take care of, the fiasco falling in the kingdom is gonna be so hazardous and many lives will be lost. The search for the books of Goratar is getting more intense than before." "Wait… Four books of Goratar? Why would he need that book…" he looked into the dragon's eyes and his face went pale. "...don't tell me…"

Then my father's voice took over. "I Alpha King Jack am giving my crown to my one and only son Prince Vincent. He is now to be named as the new Alpha King of the Langston palace and across the world. He will lead the wolves to glory, he will be a great leader of all the wolves. Everyone! Let it be known to all the wolves that the new Alpha King is now Vincent Langston of the Royal pack!" His words echoed throughout the entire Kindom and then his hands removed the golden crown from his head and I held my breath as I waited for the moment that he put it on top of my head. It fitted me perfectly, the golden crown is now mine.

Alicia screamed loudly and burst into flames, turning into her phoenix, and breaking free of the shackles, wrapping the chain around his neck, and pulling tight with her claws, opening the gash she had caused earlier. The Red Dragon wrapped his ferocious tail around her neck until she let go. The dragon pinned her to the ground and Alicia realized his intention, so she fought against him with all her might. Still, he had her pinned. She could not move at all, and she was running out of ideas. Suddenly, the big dragon’s weight was lifted off her, and she realized that three dragons were tearing him to pieces. Alicia’s dragon, her prince had saved her, and the Red Dragon was dead. Geoffrey and

Then she looked up at us and patted the floor in invitation. Neither of us moved. She shrugged. “Very well. Be formal and uncomfortable.” Despite everything, I almost smiled. Then her expression sharpened. “Everything was planned by Elias’s older brother.” The humor vanished from the room. “Darius.” The name seemed to darken the air itself. She continued. “He used the dragon form. Not as preference, but as identity. Power. Spectacle. He crowned himself King of the Dragons long before any crown formally touched his head.” Images flickered in the air above her as she spoke—memory answering truth. A man in gleaming scales, vast wings spread over kneeling crowds, fire in his throat and pride in