The Dragon Kings And The Prophecy Novels & Stories

I didn’t have friends or play sports; I was a warrior, a Dragon Slayer. Yes, you heard that right. The medieval fire-breathing beast was absolute, but before I get ahead of myself, let me take you back to the beginning..... The early 1400s There were four kingdoms: water, air, fire, and Earth. They were all ruled over by a group of dragons that would shift into human forms, and some humans lived amongst them with no powers. Each element had powers of incredible strength and healing abilities. Only the Royal families could read minds and teleport stuff like that. The four kingdoms lived in harmony for many years until King Aries from the Fire Kingdom became king. He was an evil man. He preyed

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

I asked. “The feeling of being wanted by so many filled her head, and she sought to control the world on her own. The werewolves willingly submitted themselves to her, and a huge war plagues everyone. The Dragons allied themselves with her as well, making the Lycans and the witches alone and defenseless. The war killed the King’s father,” she said, and I swallowed hard. “You see, my lady, prophecies are a dangerous tool and can lead to disaster. If the king is keeping them from you, it is because he wants to keep you safe along with the rest of us,” I rolled my eyes at her words.

Yet for an eternal heartbeat, court chronicle and prophecy alike bent around a silent conversation of eyes. The Dragon King had returned. And with him, the impossible future he had once glimpsed in a forgotten corridor—a future braided into the hand of a girl now grown into her own legend.

Sitting around Bryden's desk, my mom began the story of the Prophecy. “Over five hundred years ago there was a great prophet known to all three worlds. One night as he slept he had a strong vision of a war between the worlds. The cause of the war started by the greed of an evil dark king, the prophet saw darkness grow inside this king, and the darkness began poisoning the world he ruled. It began to grow dark with evil and poison across the world.

"For what purpose?" The godking leaned forward slightly, his too-perfect features catching the strange light within the pavilion. "Direct. I appreciate that quality." He steepled thick and callused fingers. "I requested this meeting because you intrigue me, Rex." The use of his name sent a cold shiver down Rex's spine. "A human from another realm, carrying dragon magic that matches my sworn enemy, fulfilling a prophecy you only recently learned of. How... fortuitous." "You know of the prophecy," Kiri observed, her eyes studying the godking with intensity.

“I have never heard of any beast like that, especially one that smells of fire.” “The beast with eyes of purple has brought cities to ruin with ash and fire and will do so again,” Malachi repeats the spoken prophecy. “I would say Dragons, but there is no dragon with purple eyes and the Dragon King himself lives in a faraway kingdom across the sea.” Rune nods. “They wouldn’t wage war now—” “I might know what she meant,” I interject and they all turn to look at me. “Well, not entirely, but…I have seen the beast she mentioned.”

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

“Some of the dragon lords were shrewd and used other dragons as body doubles to divert risks from themselves. The dragon kings did them one better. They mastered the ability to scatter their essence or spirit and then bond it within the cells of a human individual. I’m guessing when the Fire from Heaven struck, the four dragon kings hid themselves in the blood of certain jōnins, to be then passed down to their descendants. Now in the Time of Man, the jōnin or their child who carries the spirit of a dragon king within them… they should be the one called Dragonkist.” “Oh… my… kami,” Aki mumbled. “How do you know all these?” “Believe it or not, I read about it in a two-hundred-year-old book wri

I shouted at him. He glanced down at me like he hadn’t realised I was still here. “It is the prophecy.” Well, we were in a world of magic and dragons, there was always going to be a prophecy, I guess. I never really understood why, though. If it’s all been foreseen, what’s the point? They always seem to come true. “What is the prophecy, exactly?” “First, the Worm King will rid the land of the jabberwocky menace. Then the Dragonrider will own the sky. Last, the Bride will appear.”