The Dragon King Book Novels & Stories

After almost a minute, a small green dragon lands gracefully on the grass before hurrying forward. When the new dragon gets inside, I peer out once more to watch the exchange. "Dagahra! Wolves are attacking. We have fled to the sky and have begun to torch the forest, but they don't seem to mind the flames," a feminine voice says, and I realize the green dragon is a female. "My plans have been destroyed! That little water freak was supposed to die," Dagahra roars, and the green dragon flinches. "I suppose we fight. Maybe if we capture the Werewolf King, we can make demands in exchange for his life," Dagahra says after taking a moment to compose himself.

Before I could reply with my teeth gnashing together, he was gone, shifted into a serpent-like dragon, already in the sky. Adam had not invited me to a tribe meeting since the request that King Orion have the dragon’s help with the spat of his nobles and later vampires. Adam, being a dragon with a whole tree up his ass, only sent the bare minimum and the dragons that dare question him in any of his abilities. I stayed, protecting a tribe that didn't consider me part of.

"Yeah. You said something about the Red Dragon King and Queen." "Yes. And their kingdom has the upper hand against mine due to the fact that they have a king and queen. A dragon king's power is not complete without his queen by his side. They would have attacked me if it wasn't for the fact that the stars made a golden rule. No member of the kingdom was to come into combat of any form against the other." My chest tightened with this revelation. So this was why he wanted me to find my memories and rule by his side? Power?

I noted him the way you note a drawn blade in a crowded room, and looked past him. But I forgot him soon enough. At the end of the hall stood twin thrones of gold so fine it looked like dragonfire still clung to the edges, and before them, the king and queen. King Cassius was exactly what I’d pictured the ruler of dragons to be — tall, unyielding, grey eyes that didn’t look at you so much as weigh you. Beside him, Queen Veronica wore her beauty like armor: strawberry-blonde hair pinned in an elegant twist, a gaze that quietly saw more than you wanted it to. Somewhere beneath their roof was the woman the prophecy meant — and I still did not know her face. The seers had given me no name, only

His body trembling as the sound reached his ears turning to his general, Tar, and the Hydra men before him, his dark eyes shifting to his royal purple as his dragon cowered, a tremble to his voice. He had to give reverence to his Alpha "The KING has arrived." --------- THE END OF AZIAN (PRINCE OF DRAGONS) BOOK 2.

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

TWO WEEKS LATER... Zemora's POV I have been living the life of a Queen rather than a slave brought to be the King's breeder. My decision to form an alliance with the Dragon King was the right thing to do. He was a man of his words and full of action. Every night he dedicates his time to fill me up with his fiery seeds. I won't be surprised if one day, I start to spit fire. His drive for sex was on another level and when he started it, he always finished the next morning.

I watched as the boy continued to fall, expecting his brain would splatter on the ground seconds later, but then, he suddenly levitated inches away from the ground and the grown man flew near him. “You will never become the king of the dragons. You will never become my successor. You are worthless. You are a pathetic excuse for a son. If only your mother didn’t undergo that blood ritual with that bitch wolf, you wouldn’t be like this.” I was surprised to learn of this knowledge. The grown man was the dragon king, and this lanky boy was the heir—or used to be. My father would kill for this information, I bet, and knowing him, he’d probably charge the second they put their guards down.

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

The king shook his head; he couldn't believe what Frenya was going to do either. The king looked at the fire in the dragon's throat that slowly began to spurt out—the dragon's fire breath. "No. I am a Harlow. That damn dragon won't hurt a Harlow. Even if it was another Harlow her rider ordered her to do so. I am a Harlow," thought the king. Slowly, for a fraction of a second, Frenya opened her mouth wider and wider, and more and more heat came out of her throat. "Even if the dragon meant to burn me, I've already drunk the blood of that witch's whore. I am as immune to fire as she is."