The Dragon King's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

'It will be nearly impossible for you to get your hands on even a single gram of Dragon Gold. Vladimir couldn't hold back his proud grin as he stared at his bride. His Wretchedly gorgeous. Wickedly insane. Irrevocably crafty bride. Just like Vladimir the Dragon King had done the mistake of underestimating her. She was like an invisible reckoning ball. When you realised where she will hit you it would already be too late.

Every wolf below stopped fighting to see the miracle. Grey looked upward. His blue eyes widened. With shocked. With admiration. But most of all, with dread as he saw his bought bride. — Citizens’ POV Above the battlefield... A young woman cloaked in cream sat upon the back of a black dragon. Golden-green light poured from her outstretched hands. Her hair danced wildly in the wind. Her eyes shone with golden light as though she was possessed. The entire kingdom bloomed beneath her command. Far below... The tiny green bud upon the Everlasting Tree finally opened into its first leaf.

“Don't tell me you're chickening out?” I parted my lips to speak, but I'd barely gotten any more words out before she turned to the crowd again. “Our king's bride doesn't want to drink.” She let out in faux sadness, and I watched everyone's attention snap towards her immediately. “That's a little sad don't you think?” “How do we know she's one of us then?” A gruff biker from behind hissed. “we need to be sure she's in our side. So drink up, princess.”

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.

With a sense of levity returning despite the intensity of the moment, Dean asked, "So, are we ready to continue, then?" No one responded immediately, the air filled with anticipation. Instead, the entire assembly at the tournament mirrored the scenario I had envisioned just moments before—they all began to fall to one knee. Tristan looked at Dean with a look of respect and said quietly, "I think this means that you win," before he too knelt down, pledging himself to the newly appointed Lycan King and Queen.

All were complaining about the drought they were expecting in the next month, the monster demons that came every now and then to gobble up the villagers, and the bullying they received from the local ministers. He stomped up the grand steps. He couldn't wait to vent his anger at his office where no one was looking. He kicked open the double doors to his throne room and what a surprise did he had! He saw a lovely and fair maiden, almost half naked as she had showed so much skin, sitting on his grand steps, just four steps below his grand golden throne.

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?"

His words made a smile spread across my lips but I was quick to wipe it off. "Have you gone nuts? We are not even friends, why should I get into a deal with you?" I rolled my eyes in disgust. Ignoring me, he pressed on, “Five million dollars.” “Excuse me?” “I will make it ten, fifteen. Let's settle for twenty, what do you say?" Dumbfounded, I couldn't say a word. My lips were heavy. After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.”

For the first time I notice a faint tinge of red in his eyes. He straightens up, a smile spreading on his thin lips. “That my dear, is High lord Lucien Drakon Vire. King of all the three realms.” I nearly fall off my bed and the doctor rush to steady me. I have heard stories about the high lord, why didn’t it click when everyone kept referring him as royalty. My head spins, a new fear gripping at my chest. The man who saved me, who treated me like I was special, who spoke to me like he was my savior but I know who he is now.

P said excitedly. "Even if I don't pass as long as I can see her in person I'm happy!" Addison's second demotion and like P, she is thrilled. I stopped walking because of what I heard. "W-who is the judge again?" I think I heard it wrong. P looked at me in surprise but still answered my question. "Kim..." I raised again one of my eyebrows. "Kim Madrigal." She said again. My heart beat faster. Kim Madrigal, Travis' Fiancée, is also in the modelling industry. Does that mean...