Novel & Cerita The Dragon King's Bride 12

Beauty exclaimed, urging her sister to do that. "Okay, fine." Emily said. "At the count of three. One, two, three!" And she blew the candles. "Whoaaa!!" everyone said and clapped as she blew them. "Now, make a wish." Victoria said, looking at Emily whose face had brightened up. "I will but before that, where is His Grace?" Emily asked, stretching her neck as if she was looking for something. "Errmm, he said he wants to get a surprise for you. He actually arranged this." Mr Brown lied, using his hands to point at the cake in their middle. The Duchess smiled shyly and then, closed her eyes slowly as she made a wish.

I felt my cheeks redden at the attention. “This is my wife, Lucia Harold. She was to be mine and I have taken her now. Our engagement is happening in two nights and I invite everyone who will be there to come and celebrate with me” he looked around the table, measuring their reactions. The table was silent, a few expressions flashed on their faces but nothing major. I looked at the two queens but there wasn’t much of an expression on their faces. Alexia looked like she had known and Victoria looked neutral. Rhein raised his glass up and continued, “Cheers to my coming engagement and my beautiful soon to be wife and queen of this great kingdom” he cheered.

Liam folded his arms on the table, exhaling slowly, letting the gravity of it sit between them for a moment before speaking again. “Elena wants me to find Queen Zenobia and Prince Richard’s engagement rings. Turns out the stone the stone embedded in them has the blood of the first dragon in it and they are the only pair of jewellery made from that.” Liam let out a sigh as he continued “She will only agree to marry me if I get her this ring, so I am trying to find any information I can get on it so I at least have a hint on where to start this search.”

--- 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.

"A devoted husband. A loving father. I couldn’t ask for a better partner for Aurora." I knock back the last of my drink, that quiet sense of peace settling over us both. Maybe, in this moment, we are simply two men who understand each other. Two kings, inferior only to the queen who leaves us both in constant awe. The End. They will be about short story soon

Ask closes his eyes and when he opened them a strong deep voice comes out of his mouth while he order the dragon to come over. The dragon king arrived and he sees how Ashek and the witch were holding each other hands and he began to laugh, the dragon was making jest of Ashek and the witch, saying both of them don't look good together especially the witch she looks like a starve witch. The anger inside Ashek rose and he picked up the sword and stab Dragon king on his chest. The dragon king feels disappointed and he asked Ashek what has he done? the witch begins to laugh, Ashek looks at her and she said it been long that she wants Ashek and his dragon dead so that the forest can become her own

Above them, high in the rafters, two young drakes hissed and snapped their leather wings, fighting over a dropped rib bone before settling down into the shadows. I sat at the center of the high dais, placed right beside the King's massive obsidian seat. My silver gown felt thin against the cold mountain draft sweeping through the tall arches, but beneath my collar, General Selene’s dark dragon scale pressed warm against my skin. Beside it, the dragon birthmark over my ribs throbbed with a slow, steady pulse.

"Yes. I'm ready." Calliope responded, placing her hand in his. Electricity seemed to spark between them as before, eliciting a silent gasp from the young Princess who looked up instantly to meet his own knowing gaze. He seemed outwardly unperturbed by the connection that had zapped through them but inwardly, he understood and confirmed what he already knew. She was most definitely his mate. There were no more, non-existent doubts. After a silent bow from Lucien that was returned by the women present, the King of Natus led his bride away from the backyard of the Wysteria Estate and towards the forest where the portal that would take them straight to his Kingdom was still open.

The dragon was intensely protective and may do something he shouldn’t if he knew she was in danger. As she watched the battle, she was unaware she was being watched as well. Ri Il was gazing at the beautiful face of the dragon’s bride. Finally, he knew what she looked like and could make his plans to kill her in a brutally cruel way. He instructed Xun Zi to follow them after they had left and discover where they lived. The Purgatory King would finally get what he wanted, and Ri Il would be rewarded with riches beyond his imagination.

When the cold winds of winter blow, the Dragon God is said to make its presence known. “That’s not true,” I tell him, tugging at his hair to tease him. I've been doing it a lot lately. Thalon often becomes frustrated, but he knows he cannot act against me since I am the Dragon God's bride. “Levabonne is watched over by the omnipresent Dragon God everyday.” “You're only saying that 'cause you're the sacrifice.”