The Dragon King's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

"That's the known story. The book says something else. That the dragon's king mate can only be someone who shares its blood." "Mate?" "Destined one. Dragons as creatures don't just procreate. They search for their perfect match. When the dragon tamers received the dragon blood, that connection was passed on to them." Astrid is still confused. If dragon kings had destined ones why the harem? She asks Loras that. "As I said. With time, the blood spread around. It got to the point where the king could marry a commoner." "And the lords got angry..." "The harem was the option that satisfied everyone. No queen of a lower class and the king had the possibility to find his mate if he met more women.

She brought out a silk handkerchief, using it to wipe Vivian's face. Vivian smiled at her kind gesture and responded; "I couldn't stop myself. You do know how your king is right? He has a weird mood swing. I only met him yesterday and that was enough for me to know how cold and heartless he is. I was doing him a favor by agreeing to be his bride and I even came all the way from my kingdom but he doesn't even appreciate that?! Trust me, your king is a cold and heartless man? I would be surprised if he even ends up in heaven," "Hell is a great place too, you know?"

Their mansions were set ablaze. With their Crow King dead and his heirs missing, the remaining Crows had tried to surrender. But Killian rejected every offer of submission. Every Crow carrying the Solis direct bloodline was targeted for extinction, leaving a desperate handful of survivors scrambling to flee Noctis. In a blink of an eye, three months had passed. The Dragon King had finally chosen to take a Queen—Lady Kenna. News of the upcoming royal wedding plastered every entertainment feed in the capital. "I knew I’d find you out here."

"I vowed to never return to a claiming. The years of loneliness start eating at you. I finally knew I could not stay away. Our brides are not just sexual partners, they're companions. When a bride's body is old and frail, unable to perform sexually, it matters not. Friendship fills all voids and a dragon is satisfied. The terrible part is knowing our time is limited once it reaches that point. I flew to your claiming vowing to never love again. Forgive me, bride, for it is you who will suffer the most. Please. Just... be my friend." How could I not love my dragon?

Orion growls, stepping forward like he wants to leap up onto this pillar and rip me down. “No,” I snarl, going to one knee on the pillar to more fully lean over the edge as I bare my teeth at him, daring him to try, “the true answer is a King who wishes to embarrass and disempower his bride from the very start, so she can never be his equal, never command as much respect as him.” “You speak out of turn,” he snarls. “You completely misunderstand –“

They had seen the Priestess on the bed of their King and that was a taboo, a sacrilegious thing to witness. "You bring this curse upon us. What is this we are seeing? We have come to inform you that a dreaded dragon has been unleashed on us but now we have seen that it is you our dear King who has brought this terrible disaster upon your own people. You have slept with the Priestess of Dodo Kingdom and now we are vulnerable." The King Maker fell on his kneels and the rest of the officials did the same. The Priestess refused to leave the bed of the King. Suddenly there came the growling of the dragon and that was it; the dragon had found his way to the palace of the King of Dodo and he had co

Fear again. She observed once again that she was in the dungeon with a dragon below and an angry king next to her, a king that had magic, one that she didn't even know if he was human or not. She wasn't at her safest here. "Speak," He said, when he got in front of her. "Do not be afraid of me, my Bride." He brushed his hand over her hair, tucking a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. "What does the Bride Thief really do? What does he have to do with any of these?"

"Only she is worthy of you!" "Royal Gold? A lie wrapped in scales!" The voice dripped with contempt. I turned my head slowly. Drakon Vexis, Crown Prince of the Scarlet Sun Kingdom, stood a few paces away. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. Then he swept his robes aside and dropped to his knees before his father. "Father, I love Lady Vania Ashford. I will take her as my princess. My mate. My bride." His voice was iron.

The tiny dragon sat inside a basket eating fruit he had definitely stolen. A thoughtful smile crossed the king's face. Because if Maria possessed a gift that appeared once in generations… What exactly was the little dragon who had given it to her?

Serra stopped and waited for Narth to walk together. As they enter the palace, all of them halted at the sight of the Zierux standing atop the indoor terrace. His feature was clouded but his eyes were clearly pierced at them. "My lord!" Narth exclaimed. It was unprecedented that his brother is here already but then again, Zierux is wise. "We went to fetch the maid." "I can see that," he uttered, darting his eyes at Eyaren which Serra immediately hid behind her. It made the king raise a brow. "I have agreed to bring her here. I won't kill her however I am in need of you, my bride."