Novel & Cerita The Dragon King's Substitute Bride

Deep down I kept on hoping something would go wrong and I'd be free of one bad turn of events after another. "We're gathered here today to witness the ceremony of King Elegast Ingalfur to be wedded to Queen Basilea of the Concubi Kingd..." The ceremonial opening words were cut when there was a crash, a huge dragon foot bearing its claws destroyed the palatial walls in one stomp. Then the heat of the fire burns all the decorations to dust as he shows his strength and within seconds he made me feel alive. Brontes. I recognized my dragon in a second, his golden eyes studied me, and without thinking, I was quick to run to him, climbing my way up his foot, then higher to his shin carelessly leavi

Aric had told Amber that the Oracle was the Dragon's bride and she's been on a run from him from the past centuries. For a moment the Oracle's eyes went vacant and she started whispering things in a language that Amber did not understand but her mumbling was stopped when the Dragon pinched her nipple hard. A gasp escaped from the Oracle's lips. Her eyes gained focus again. The Dragon bit on her ear lobe playfully and whispered in her ear. "Focus my love. Next time you lose focus I'm going to gain it back by fucking you hard." The Dragon's lips curved in a teasing smile while he tightened his arms around his bride. However, his bride didn't pay attention to him.

She paused out of sight when Alexei halted, taking both of Katrina's hands tenderly. "My princess, you have awakened my spirit as brilliantly as the sunrise. Say you will do me the honor of one day being crowned my queen?" Alexei sank genteelly to one knee, proffering a glittering betrothal band. Katrina raised a trembling hand to her mouth, eyes shimmering. "My beloved prince! My heart is already yours eternally!" Kneeling to embrace Alexei joyously, the couple seemed lit from within by love's glow. Amy retreated quietly, loathe to intrude further on the private magical moment. Her own girlish memories of Viktor's proposal under the full moon flooding back bittersweet and nostalgic.

I turn and gesture toward the shimmering seam in the distance. “They will return here,” I say. “How do you know?” “Because the girl is curious.” “And the king?” “Will follow the disturbance.” One of the younger dragons frowns. “And then?” “Then we take her.” The simplicity of the statement settles over them like frost. No elaborate speeches. No complicated strategy. Just the truth. Capture the Madrigal. Break the harmony. Control the bridge. A dragon from the other realm crosses his arms. “And the king?” I meet his gaze.

Not 'My love' or 'Beloved,' but Irene. He closed his eyes for a split second, taking a deep breath. Then he opened them again. "Yes, I have concubines,' he said. "I do not deny it. According to the royal tradition, if a Dragon King were to lose his queen, he was to take concubines. However, if the stars bestowed him another queen, the concubines were to be given to other men." Something in his explanation tugged at my heart. "What do you mean, lose his queen?" I asked.

"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.

One again, the Dragon Lord emitted his words with such kind of authority that not even the strongest Dragon like Dareon could repudiate. Dareon vow his head with his right hand touching his very heart. “I will wait for you then my Dragon Lord. See you tomorrow.” And Dareon flipped his wings about to fly, but the Dragon Lord called him. The Dragon Lord swayed his right hand and from there a white bridal gown made of lace and silk adorned with shining diamonds, hanging dancing into the air. “It is time to pass it as a wedding gift to your bride. I don’t have a son Dareon and my human wife died a long time ago. My heart died along with her. No one will use that anymore. As my adopted son and so

The kind of power I would have if the dragon king worshipped me, I would be unstoppable. Fueled by the desire of my imagination, I lifted Larissa's chin and made her look up to my face. “How do I get pregnant for the dragon king?" I asked. “It is almost impossible, My lady. Many have tried but none has succeeded. Only the true bride of the dragon king can carry a dragon foetus," she responded negatively. “So you mean there have been other brides?" “Yes, all of which were burned to ashes after their conception period exceeded. His Majesty won't hesitate to burn you alive if you fail to meet up to the task." A cold chill went down my spine after hearing her words.

“We are old friends, aren’t we?” He offered her his hand, and she took it; he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I’m glad you could make it, Lilith.” The way he casually said her name made me think that the rumors Maren had mentioned were true. “I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to see the woman the Dragon King intends to marry,” she teased, the corner of her lips lifting slightly. Their voices got drowned out once conversations resumed around us. “It’s almost time,” Maren said, turning to look at me. “I need to head into the kitchen. Meet me there in 5.”

Shock flared in her eyes as she spun to look at Tere. Tere’s lips lifted in a smirk. “Yes, you heard me right, Meryl,” she said as she circled past her and went to stand on the other side. “The dragon king of Galdere, Brishor is one of the most coveted bachelors of the Lore. We all know that Chezzal is his mate and their relationship was long accepted by the people of the kingdom. But the point, my dear, is that the kingdom wants a royal heir, and for that many kingdoms have offered their daughters or sisters to marry him. Yet Brishor rejected all of them and after thousands of years, he has chosen a girl, who they claim is their third mate, to marry?” She tipped her head up and let out an e