The Dragon King's Hated Bride Novels & Stories

The sky over the Shattered Vale burned with the aftermath of war, smoke rising in black plumes, molten rivers casting eerie light over the battlefield. Soldiers, exhausted and battered, pressed forward, rallying behind the king who now moved like living fire. Verath Dravenor, Dragon King, had fully unleashed his power, wings spanning the horizon, scales glowing molten gold. Every step he took scorched the ground, yet his focus was unwavering, tethered by the bond that connected him to Elara.

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.

The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.

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.”

Gazes flying around, silent words being exchanged without their lips making the slightest movement, before their attention all landed on one person. "I did---" Kuftan's words were cut off by Mayti's sharp voice, and the scratching of the chair against the floor as she fell down on her knees, tears in her eyes and her hands pressed flatly on her laps. "It is true. My husband wanted me to poison the Dragon King's bride." "Mayti, what is the me---" he attempted to speak for himself but he was cut short off too soon.

King kissed her neck, and then went all the way down. An Taotao clung to the sheet, and her fear gathered in her eyes. "Mr. King, what are you trying to do? Let go of me!", She protested. "You are the bride given to me by the An family. Tonight is our wedding night. What do you expect me to do?" Mr. King laughed, but there was no emotion in his eyes. "But, but we just met, this pace is a bit too fast." An Taotao was struggling as she replied.

The Star-Born Prophecy Long before the twin moons of Qombinia learned to pull the tides of mortal hearts, a single stanza surfaced among the ash-white bones of an oracle who spoke only in her final breath: When scars of flame carve crown of scale, And grief corrodes the dragon’s heart, A star-born bride from kingdom pale Will bind the sky that war would part. For centuries the verse was dismissed—poetic, perhaps, but too vague, too hopeful. Drakonios, last of the Omni Draco and ruler of all dragon-kind, laughed whenever priests recited it. He had flown through civilizations that rose and crumbled like sandcastles in a storm; no mortal could temper the vast, eternal furnace of his life. Yet t

"Alpha Aiden, I was thinking if you had changed your mind regarding this wedding party." Sharriah heard a voice said, slowly turning to face the voice, she saw a man with a long red royal robe and a crown rested upon his head, it wasn't hard to decipher that he was the dragon king, Sharriah felt a shudder ran through her, the man spoke with authority and grace. "And who is the beautiful princess we have here." The dragon king said, now focusing his attention on her. Slowly Sharriah bowed down a little to honor him, it wasn't what she was forced to do, giving him honor was what she should do.

The only difference was this king was chubbier and older then Asrar. “So my son did find you. Well how useless is that now. I have you in my grasp.” The king chuckled as he motioned for them to follow. Apollo forced her to her feet and they followed the king to the ledge where Rosalie and Asrar had there first date. The tears falling faster as the once beautiful spot would be ruined. “No sit and don’t move.” “Please just let me go.” Rosalie cried trying to get away until she heard the wing beats and froze. The king was pleased to hear it. He was happy to know she was mated to a dragon for he knew that would be him.

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."