The Dragon King’s Concubine Novels & Stories

His hands slipped lower, caressing her hips and backside beneath the water, teasing the line between reverence and temptation. “Dragon’s blood does not weaken when shared,” he murmured, his hands slipping beneath her hips to lift her, “but the power tends to favor a few and we call that person ‘Draken’. Records show no ‘Draken’ since the first has found their mate. Some, in desperation, took additional wives to tempt their waning desires and hopefully produce an heir—although their offspring won’t necessarily inherit their title.”

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

She is angry good, I like angry. “People of the Dragon Realm. Your King Vilkas is my fated mate, and so he is mine! All those that object to your goddess’s will, I suggest you take it up with her. As for you Emalia. If you think he will choose you over me, then you need help. I am the one in his heart, not you, and that will never change. So I suggest you fuck off because you are polluting my air with the stench of desperation.” I walk closer to her. “Or I will kill you and all who follow you.” I look in her eyes and she snarls at me, her dragon on the surface.

“Are you finding this enjoyable? I find this unbearable, and my loathing towards you, insufferable human, is correspondingly more pronounced. It displeases me that I must touch you to feel strong.” I slowly push myself up to my elbows, my eyes unfocused and dazed. “W-what?” “I'm curious whether such a lack of intelligence is a general trait of human nature or just specific to you,” In front of me, the Dragon God crouches low. He gripped my chin, and I could see the intensity in his eyes, making me wonder if he would kiss me. “Your presence is not welcomed here, human. Had my blood not yearned for and summoned for your body, I would not have made an appearance. I expect you to vacate my templ

"I'm sorry for your loss. It sounds like you really miss him." "Dreadfully. My Raiden. My soul. My mate." I had heard Thane say that once before. "Mate?" She blew out a heavy breath. "Life partner. Chosen by our dragon counterpart. Dragons are sterile before they choose their mate." "How is mating different than sex?" The words fell out of my stupid mouth before I could stop them. "Nevermind." My face was red hot, and nothing slipped by Katarina's intense gaze. She arched an elegant brow. "What are your motives with my son, Evelyn?"

She sat comfortably on my bed. "Attire her in only white underwear," Luna Trina told the maids as she passed us. She paused at the door with her back turned. "Concubine," she called me. "Yes, Your Luna," I answered her. "When you're dressed, lay down on your back until my mate comes to you." "Yes, Your Luna," I answered her. In her voice, I could hear sadness and pain. She hated that her mate would be having me tonight. She hated the fact that I was even his concubine.

The most prominent one's were the Golden Dragons that gave her a sense of deja vu. Frore opened her mouth to say something again, when she looked down and watched people screaming and running to save their lives. Someone pushed Frore and she fell down on the ground. Hissing, she turned around and watched a Grey Dragon passing over her, before a Golden Dragon appeared from behind it. Frore's eyes opened in horror and terror when that Golden Dragon opened his mouth wide to blow fire. In a spur of the moment, everything was burning and the scream remained struck in Frore's throat.

THIRD PERSON'S POV King Elon is escorted by seven of his new concubines towards the room that King Draco has prepared for the ritual. In his hands he carries the blood that arrived only a few minutes ago from Silvermere. Two of his concubines holds the tail of his flowing shiny robes despite the floor of the palace having been thoroughly cleaned by slaves. His proud mother follows behind with an excited smile on her face. King Draco and his close ally, King Adriel, waits at the front end of the room where all items and symbols for the spell, including an altar where the crown of Elowen sets on top, are set ready for the incarnations.

Eros said plainly. -- A crowded market in King’s Harbor Civilians were gathered around an aggressive crier, intrigued by what he had to say. The man stood up high on top of a tall vegetable stall and began announcing to the naive public, “Our black dragon prince has given the authority to protect the dragon capital to his brother. He has eloped with a mysterious woman. You won’t believe who that woman is!” His audience leaned in as more people gathered. “His lover is a mongrel! A crossbreed, born to a dragon and a human!”

Cai Kang scoffs at the remark. During the past two weeks, they found out some weird facts as well as other information. To explain the girls, the dragon kings are celebrities, even the failed ones. Most of the Dragon Kings who visited and stayed on the island have found their spouses here especially the men as they all have a preference for extraordinary women. It seems that these girls think they have a chance hence the crowd.