The Dragon King's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Argon son enthrone as king and Eragon appointed to assist the young dragon to rule. A few months after. The door swings open with Allan and Felicia walking down the stair from a large church in a marriage outfit of blue Tunis and a white wedding gown. Invited guest who includes Historia, Esel, Queen of England. The dragons and various guests of every kingdom and the current king of Silla is young king scriven. After the wedding. Eragon and historia meets crashing their lips together with Historia heavy with child. One year later. Allan was crown king and they welcome a child and his names are. ERAGON THE END.

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

I finally find my voice. “As a candidate to become our king’s bride,” the ruler announces, and my jaw nearly drops. “Each year, from every settlement across the kingdom’s lands, one maiden is chosen as a potential queen for our ruler. For many years now, our king, Karadeylis, has failed to find himself a wife. This time, the scouts of brides chose my daughter, Miko. But you’ll replace her. You’re young, beautiful, and pure — there should be no problem with the substitution.”

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.

Inside the bloody ward, entirely oblivious to the execution that had just occurred outside, Clara called out in a weak, raspy voice. "My prince... how is our son? Is he beautiful? Please... bring him to me. Let me hold him..." The sheer audacity of her voice was the final spark that detonated Kail’s sanity. To him, his bride was treating him like the ultimate fool. The old Dragon King, having traveled a massive distance only to be subjected to this grotesque humiliation, violently swept his cloak and stormed out of the keep, completely stripping Kail of any royal dignity in front of his subjects.

She read it. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen in the grey sweater and she read the headline and she felt the specific quality of something you have been managing against for thirty-seven days arriving anyway, arriving in the specific form you had imagined in the dark at three and four and five in the morning, arriving not as the feared possibility but as the accomplished fact. BILLIONAIRE FOOLED: BRIDE SWAP SCANDAL. Her face. Victoria's face. Side by side. Someone had done the work.

Autumn and Axel screamed and began to squeal and run around the room with their eyes closed. Iris narrowed her eyes playfully and scoffed "These rascals won't even let me have my moment" She whined before she ran towards them to catch them so she could tickle them. They ran around the room trying to get away from her including little Kai with his tiny feet. Luca leaned against the door and watched them with a satisfied smile on his face. His substitute bride had ended up being the right one after all.

“Um, how much did you hear?” “Just that I’m to be a substitute bride to the most reluctant of husbands there is.” “Sebastian is going through some things. That is why he is the way he is. Usually, though, he is the nicest and most down-to-earth billionaire that anyone will ever meet, or at least that I've ever met.” “I take it then that you’ve met many billionaires.” A faint blush stained Belinda’s cheek, but she ignored Carol’s statement. “So, your sister’s wedding dress is still in her room. It is already prepared, so you just have to wear it. I’ll do your makeup as I was to do for your sister.”

My cheeks burned in humiliation when I saw the disapproval in most of the people’s looks. “The pact states that you will have your daughter as the prince’s bride—“ a blonde lycan protested, but the perfect man’s right hand raised to shut him up. ”No, we will take her.” A shiver once again ran right through me when our eyes met. He looked at me so intensely I could barely feel my face. He’s so tall. “Right! Where is the lycan prince? I assume he has waited long enough to proceed with the wedding. Where is he? So we can start.”

Two figures dressed in royal attires were now standing on the balcony of a pavilion close to the execution ground . From the crown on his head I could tell he was the king , and the lad beside him must be his son the prince . The king's eyes housed no hostility towards the woman , but his son's eyes spoke volumes, his hatred and anger for the woman could be seen in those ocean blue eyes of his .