The Dragon King Book Novels & Stories

His father has started to lose him mind, but he still has moments of lucidity which is why Kenneth hasn’t forcibly taken the kingdom from him … yet. “You know how my father is. He doesn’t always make sense. Remember when he proclaimed you as the dragon thief last year?” I force a smile. I’d been terrified with King Solomon had announced that I was the dragon thief. It was right after I’d returned the bronze dragon egg to the dragons. The bronze I now know is named Yttyc. The bronze who survived. King Solomon had stood and pointed at me. “Her! She is the thief!” I’d stood in shock, unable to move or speak. It was Kenneth who broke the terrifying silence from everyone in the room.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

I was going to leave my kingdom and live amongst them, I wanted to prepare for it. And that is when I came upon the legend of Ozar, the Alpha King who has the unblemished blood of dragons, they say he cannot be scorched by fire, his bite is hot as a dragon’s breath and his eye are nothing but dancing flames. I wondered who would be misfortuned to be the mate of such a man. I didn’t think I would land in the misfortune of being his mistress—what a twist of an unforgiving fate.

But Draven’s arm was like iron around my waist, fingers digging possessively into the plush curve of my hip while the nobles whispered and stared. The King lounged on his raised throne at the top of the steps, a cruel smile twisting his face as he looked me up and down. “Well, well,” he called out, voice echoing across the courtyard. “Look what the dragon dragged in. The fat little librarian who thought she could hide among her books. Still just as soft and disgusting as I remember. Those heavy tits, that wide ass, that pathetic round belly… and yet you’ve managed to tame not one, but two dragons with that worthless body.”

Drake picked up the ancient book and handed it to her before saying, “We have never really gone through this book properly, aside from the ritual and recitations, there is some written history of dragons in it. Take your mind off music for now and let's learn something new” Elaina was a little reluctant. Playing made her anxious and not playing made her anxious too. She was greatly troubled and wished she could just get it over with. She sighed, there was barely any progress so she might as well listen to Drake's advice, “Alright, teach me the history then” she agreed and he cheered happily. He took seat beside her and flipped the pages till they landed on a page and he read out, “The histor

Please note that the events of this chapter took place in book 2. --------------------------------------------- LOCATION: The Supernatural Realm AREA: Ignere Forest The shake of the earth, and the pungent smell of burnt grass after the residue of magic, was a clear sign the dragon kind was far from extinct. The King of Dragons stood at the edge of the large plain laid out before him. The field lay barren and wasted as the last patch of dead brown grass was scorched out of existence. Across this field were twelve large pits and in each of these pits were two dragons battling it out with fire, ash, magic, and the will of a warrior.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

Apart from the modern human world , the earth , another parallel world existed , a whole world on its own that was connected to earth through a secret portal . The other world , was filled with dragos , magicians , witches , mystical creatures and demons . A world that humans think it only exists in fairytales for children............but no ! It was real and this magical world was ruled by king Damien PenDraco , a pure dragon . The PenDraco famiy's dragons were the strongest among the other dragons . Dragons in this world were a bit different from normal dragons . They had the form similar to human . They could transform into dragons too but most of the time they remained in a human form bo

Things must have gotten worse, I can sense it in the air. It all began when we first heard of movement in the east more than a decade ago and the whispers of the rise of a Dragon King. The rumours are more than true. Not one, but two Kings rose from earth and with them, the rebirth of a race that we thought had died out long ago came to be. A species that are far more ruthless and powerful than us werewolves. “Things are getting worse, Niko, you know that,” Mom says quietly. “I have invited someone into our kingdom to try to solve the issues on our eastern borders,” Dad says quietly, gripping his fork and knife tightly.

She did what she came to do, get me here, screw me and think she can take back her pack’s territories, and then sink me away after. I push up to sit. My palms were sweaty. Never in my life have I faced a dragon king. We werewolves never dare to venture in his lair. So why my stupid other wolf take me here? The king is notorious for killing whoever steps foot in his land, especially like me. The King of Dragons exhales, a long sigh, and his molten eyes drift to me. Grandpa Dragon smells like storm-warm granite, old thunder, and a burning smell. It’s not the scent that detonates the center of me, though.