The Dragon's Betrothed Novels & Stories

, Brenna spat angrily as they hurried down the hallway to the throne room. “Whatever! It is a chance for a royal dragon to notice me! Kaliyah is betrothed anyways so I’m next in line”, Kenna said happily. Brenna abruptly halted, “Over my dead body will you be with a reptile!” “Do not call him a reptile mother!”, Kenna cried out, “Do you know what it means to be with a dragon? It will be beneficial for the two of us. If I even wanted this kingdom, I would have it with a powerful royal dragon by my side! Besides, you should look at the bigger picture, marriage between a human and a dragon is for a better future for us humans”.

His eyes went to the heart pendant around her neck only assuring him of his conclusion. Feeling the caress for the longest time, Frore scaredly opened her trembling eyes, to end up gazing directly into his intense eyes, that were demanding something from her. But, she was afraid. She was afraid to trust people and give her heart to anyone. Let alone to a Dragon, that was supposed to be lying dead somewhere.

I had a feeling that this was about to change things in a way that I could never have imagined. "The spell called for a virgin, of royal blood." He said, "To be made a blood sacrifice." My heart almost stopped. I felt it skip in my chest, a shiver moving down my spine, unbidden, "A... sacrifice?"I whispered. I couldn't believe it. I had been brought here to die. Dracul had brought me here to die. For a moment, I felt a reeling sense of betrayal. He had turned on me in the worst possible way.

He said, confusing me. "Betray?" I asked in a low tone. "Yes. The late demon king was betrayed by the humans." He answered. "I don't understand," I said honestly. "A thousand years ago, the late demon king made a deal with the elders and priests in your territory which both of them liked. He was to grant them help in exchange for a blessed maiden." He said, then moved backward and leaned his shoulder against the bar door.

Her male companion was grinning, waiting for me to lick his feet like the animal prince Zane had made me out to be. "Last I checked I'm the one who is betrothed to prince Zane, you should be the one begging on your knees, with your head bow the same way, you all bow to me in the ball room." Yeah I'm dead. I'm totally dead. "You can kill her," Luthera said, "I would tell prince Zane and king Kaida that it was an accident."

I had resisted her will, wanting to give my little brother a chance to find his own mate. Instead, he found mine. “You will leave after the rutting,” I ordered him. “I want you to be our witness.” A kinder dragon would have sent his brother away before the ceremony. But I’ve never been particularly kind. I wanted to burn Myela from my brother’s heart. So I made Deklaan watch as I fed his beloved the nuptial wine, thick with the aphrodisiac that would send her into heat. And when I chased her across the sky and captured her in the royal aerie, he was tasked with standing guard outside, listening to our violent rutting as I took his fated mate as my queen.

His voice boomed, half-roar, half-command, “How dare you hurt what’s MINE !” “He is weak. He deserves to die !” Stella spat. “You are mine,” the delusional dragon screeched. “He’s mine,” Draven hissed. “Which means you have just declared war.” “I am your fiancée !” “No. You were just a target to lure out the rogue dragon army.” “What ?! How dare you trick me,” Stella screamed in fury, unleashing fire. Draven matched it. He overpowered her in seconds. A clash of dragons, but only one stood victorious.

The magic pact with the dragon was amazing. Draco threw the dagger into Astrid's hand. He glanced at Astrid, wishing she did the same. Astrid nodded. She advanced toward the magic parchment, then slashed the tip of her finger with a dagger. She then dripped her blood onto the magic parchment. “I, Astrid Lewis, accept Draco Black as a partner on a mission to find the Golden Heart’s Dragon. I will cooperate, protect, and be loyal to Draco Black until the mission is completed. If I betrayed, then the pain he received would be mine,” Astrid said solemnly.

None of the Queen's has experienced love from the king, but here Pearl is enjoying the feel of Archer's good treat. But you can't blame the king anyways; Pearl is his only wife that was betrothed to him, which means his legal wife, she was betrothed to him right from when they were young, but the rest of them were married out of lust. ** * I woke up hungry and weak. I had slept hungry on that cold dungeon floor but woke up to find myself in the red velvet room, which clicked to me that I was in the King's room. I expected to wake up still in the dungeon, but I rather woke up in the King's room. Why is that?

Hence, the next generation was dragged into this. “Now, this explanation makes perfect sense, right?” Amelia thought, suddenly feeling helpless. She knew the situation was still more like the political arrangement she thought it was. The only difference is that her father wasn’t the orchestrator. "I think I get this." She said. "But I'm sorry, dad. I can't marry the prince." Whatever prince she was betrothed to, she doesn’t want to marry him. At least, not yet. She knew she wasn’t ready for marriage nor is she ready to shoulder the responsibility of being a crown princess of another kingdom.