The Dragon Prince Callum And Rayla Mga Nobela at Kwento

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

“The war was much of a concern for both princes at that time, to be disturbed by any jealous behavior or who would be a successor to the throne. After the Lukedonia was destroyed by an eight-headed dragon which was defeated by Dragon prince Oregon, he created Roland with a mindset of unifying the five kingdoms that have been plaques by war. He created Lukedonia with the heart of magic as a source of life, transformation, and protection of his people. His elder brother Agros enthroned as king known as Drakon and the rule for a long time in Lukedonia and then passed the kingship to the next ruler and so on. Drakon became very arrogant and wanted to start a war with beast and humans entered the

He looked at Raynka, then at the strange men with guns, and then he saw me. "Daddy?" Callum’s voice was tiny and thick with sleep. He reached out a small hand toward me. "Stay still, Callum," I said, my heart breaking at the fear in his eyes. "See?" Raynka said, a crazy light in her eyes. "He wants you! He wants his father! He doesn't want this human woman and this sterile life. He belongs in the snow! He belongs on the throne!"

There was a small pause between them, and in that space of time Kallum gulped down everything left in his glass before breaking the silence. "You think you can use me for your petty childhood war with Ayla?” "No” she replied " but I think you can use another one of my advice” paused "really use it this time” Kallum scoffed at her. And the slight irritation that had been crawling under her skin made her flare. “You're not listening. If Killian reunites with Ayla. You can kiss your throne Good bye" Kallum quickly reacted this time. His eyes flashed blood red as he shifted his gaze from the glass to Lila,

Though, Ragnar was the main cause their blood was extinct now and somewhere he was living with the guilt of that which Makaria wasn't aware of but Rayla was. Or maybe, it was just Rayla's positive imagination about her prince charming. "I didn't ask for that information. I have no interest in your queen as long as she doesn't interfere with my goal." Ragnar said, putting the paper down but before he could grab another paper, his chin was lifted up by Rayla's hold under his chin. His gray eyes met her green ones. Rayla was a beauty seen only once in several dynasties. She had dark black hair that ended right above her hips, her features were well-defined. She was considered a fox beauty but d

Her pale fingers drummed against the throne's armrest as her dark eyes assessed each tribute with the clinical interest of a butcher examining cattle. "How... quaint," she said, her voice carrying across the hall like silk over steel. "Ten little lambs, delivered right on schedule." Her gaze swept the kneeling figures before settling on one in particular. "And what have we here?" "Rise," she commanded, her voice carrying the authority of centuries. Caelum stood with fluid grace, noting how several vampires leaned forward slightly. "Your Majesty," he said, executing a perfect diplomatic bow despite his chains. "I am Prince Caelum Salutregui of the Ashan Federation. I come bearing words of pea

"Banish her to Blood Island." The room fell into heavy silence. Sabrina broke down in tears at the same time Eleanor cried out, feigning remorse and disbelief. Blood Island was home to dragons—the most bloodthirsty creatures in existence. As a mere she-wolf, Sabrina stood little chance of surviving there. She would be torn apart—that is, if she survived the journey there. Once again, Sabrina was dragged away, crying and pleading. Just like before, no one took pity on her. * * *

As they waited for orders, warriors gathered, their features anxious. Then I caught sight of him. A huge dragon with golden scales that glistened like molten flames swooped down from the sky. Even the most courageous warriors would have faltered at the creature's sheer enormity. A man with silver hair that flowed like liquid moonlight sat on its back. He was a powerful presence that seemed to envelop the whole atmosphere in electricity. The air seemed to bend about him due to the tremendous force of his presence. "Who are you?" With a firm voice despite the agitation in my heart, I requested. With a powerful and purposeful gait, the man dismounted. His voice was loud and resonant as he decla

he greeted as we neared the prince. “Aurien,” the dark-haired prince regarded him, arching a brow. “This is unexpected. Akyran gracil lo, prosethen diasen neath tharen?” “Prianthe amar ith,” my dragon replied curtly. “Taradrakynil,” the prince sighed it out. “As you will. Follow then,” he took his wife’s hand.

"The gods know I need all the protection I can get in this castle." She murmured and she started walking away. Leaving Sal in dismay and annoyance. "Why do you look so glum? All these beautiful ladies are here to see you." Lord Rowan said as he stood next to the Crown Prince Caspian. Together they both watched carriage after carriage arrive. Ten girls in total. It should have been twelve, but two of the noble families already had married daughters. No daughter of them born of noble blood was available to participate. The two of them were as different as day and night. One dark haired with hair as black as night and the other fair headed with his golden mane glistening in the sun.