The Dragon King's Bride 12 Novels & Stories

Yet a relief flashed across his psyche as he no longer had to harsh on his daughter. The Royal had their own distinct cultures when it came to claiming their mate. It was their ancient traditional law that the king would have to get married before claiming his mate as his wife. Thus Damien urged to arrange the wedding ceremony as fast as possible as he was truly doubtful about his mate's whirlwind emotions. Brian hopped beside Viona after excusing himself from the discussion and whispered incredulously, " Vi, don't tell me that you have further plans in your sleeves. I can't believe that you conceded so fast. Did he somehow manage to claim your heart successfully? "

I am nearly a few steps to the sanctuary of the bathroom door when a wall of solid warmth suddenly envelops me. A body wraps itself around my back, and the deep, intoxicating smell of wild spices and cedar fills my senses, so potent it dizzies me. A strangled gasp escapes my lips. The King bends his great height, cradling his head into the crook of my neck, his breath a warm, intimate phantom on my skin. A bolt of sheer, primal panic shoots through me, and I immediately pull away, spinning out of his hold. “What are you doing?!” I shout, and my own voice, so sharp and loud, surprises me even more than his actions.

He smelled of smoke, cedar, and the metallic tang of an approaching storm. "You do not speak my name, wolf," Silas hissed. His golden eyes were swirling with shadows, the pupils narrowed to lethal, vertical slits. "To you, I am your King. I am the man who bought your life to settle a debt. You are nothing but a battery for my dragon, a vessel for the blood I need to stay sane." "Then let me go," Aria gritted out, her violet eyes burning with a defiance that made Silas’s grip tighten. "If I’m so beneath you, why keep me in your palace?"

Instead I saw him pluck a Dragon Scale out from his chest. The entire place went silent. " Draco... " I gasped. It was the most painful thing for a Dragon to do to himself. Taking one's scale out. That too from the breast. " It is customary for grooms to present their brides with a precious gift. I could not think of anything more precious than the King's vulnerability to you, My Queen." I wasn't crying. It was joy that was dripping out of my overwhelmed eyes. I grabbed him as he came forward to kiss me. I pulled him close and almost bit his lips in public.

Because she was not just a queen. She was the Lycan King’s bride. And she was not done fighting.

He smiled warmly, gesturing for me to come up, and took my wrist. “Tonight is a momentous occasion. In honor of the Winter Solstice, I am announcing a decree that will shape the future of our realm,” the King’s voice boomed through the hall like thunder. “Quinn has reached her twentieth year. In accordance with the ancient blood-oath between our families, she will choose one of my sons to be her lifelong mate.” “The young man chosen will not only bind his soul to Quinn to ensure the purest royal lineage, but upon their marriage, he will inherit all my territories, my infinite treasures, and—the title of Dragon King.”

I will know my true bride the second I see her. There are four dragons remaining and twenty-five years separates each bride claiming. The village has grown since my last quest for a bride. I swoop down low and watch gleefully as the villagers cower in fear. My brides stand shivering as I make another pass expecting to zero in on one blessed bride. It's strange that I have not singled her out yet. Suddenly, I feel a jolt to my right leg. I can't see the goliath appendage beneath me, but I feel a sudden downward tug. A flash of billowing white swings up from a rope that must be attached to my foot. I'm so surprised that I don't react.

The scribes were present only, who sat very close to the stairs leading to the throne - the King, and her stepmother, the current queen. When she reached a reasonable position, she knelt on both knees and bowed her head as was their custom for a female. A female could not look at the head on the throne - the King. "Elena," the King's voice boomed in the hall. That was the first time he had ever addressed her directly. "You have been given a duty, which you must carry out for the best of this Kingdom. You are to be given to the blood king as a Bride, and you must carry yourself properly when representing our Kingdom." If they were expecting any response from her, they showed no sign of it.

"I will wear this one." Cecilia looked pained. "That is the casual day dress, my Lady. You are meeting the Dragon King." "I am aware." I stepped into it. "Does he want a wife or a mannequin?" "My Lady…" "Rhetorical question, Cecilia." She helped me with the tie silently, which meant she was gathering herself for another attempt. I knew because she took a very specific kind of breath first. "He is said to be very particular," she tried. "About presentation. About..?"

I will need to be their family now. "Shh, Niblings. Auntie will tell you a story," I promise with a wide-open smile. It will be hours until we make it back home, a long trip for such little hearts. "Once upon a time, there was a strong dragon prince. He lived high on a mountain overlooking the sea. He didn't believe in love, until one day, a beautiful woman was given to him as a sacrifice..."