The Dragon's Betrothed Novels & Stories

"Ready..." "Omar, you need to stay perfectly still!" Loras warns his son as the dragon breaths in and flames start to form in his mouth. Seeing the beast, Omar gets up and wants to hide. "No!" Astrid shouts as she sees the dragon's fire coming towards Omar. Without thinking, she runs towards the prince, catching him just in time to keep him still in her arms. She feels the dragon's fire embracing them both. "Astrid!" Loras screams, but it's too late.

“The flame does not choose a hand. It chooses a soul. No force of will, no act of theft, no cleverness of mind can hold what belongs to its vessel. The vessel will come in borrowed skin, from a borrowed world, carrying grief the flame already knows. She will not understand what she carries or what she is. She will arrive frightened and furious, completely unable to be controlled.” He paused, his voice quieter now. “And the dragon who has waited will know her not by her face, which has been written in stone for four hundred years, but by the way she makes the fire burn differently.” Silence filled the room. “Borrowed skin,” Mia said slowly. “From a borrowed world.” “Yes.” “Frightened and furi

Her voice didn’t waver, but the air around them seemed to hold its breath, as if the realm itself strained to hear. “I vow to walk beside you, not behind,” she began, the words steady, rooted in something deeper than promise. “I vow to burn with you, not for you. I vow to love you as a man, even when the world sees a dragon. When they cower, I will reach for you. When they curse, I will bless. When they forget the heart beneath the fire, I will remember.” His breath caught. She watched it. Saw his eyes shimmer gold. A tremor moved through his chest, as if something ancient inside him recognized her vow as the thing it had long awaited.

The town had failed her, the town was supposed to be her shield, she had failed her— the town let her own sister touch her man. Betrayal is an understatement for what she felt, she was disappointed. Generosasis shapeshifted into a Dragon. Yes, I said Dragon. They used to exist ages ago. The fire-breather stomped towards the couple, ignoring the presence of the astonished people. She grabbed her sister with her tail and flung her off, during this time— Dordin was still unconscious, he was in a deep slumber. He wasn't aware of the chaos around him, or that the woman he cherished was trying to burn him alive. The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course,

But Beta Fionn held on, his grip tight. The dragon spun through the air, trying to dislodge Beta Fionn from its wing. Beta Fionn held on as tightly as he could, his eyes fixed on the dragon's head. With a quick movement, he jumped from the dragon's wing, landing on its neck. The dragon thrashed, trying to shake him off, but Alpha de held on. As the dragon turned its head, Beta Fionn saw its eyes, shining with rage. With a sudden burst of strength, he leapt towards the dragon's eyes, his hand outstretched.

Her hands trembled as the maids pinned the royal crest upon her chest. She looked at her reflection — the servant who once poured wine now about to be queen. Outside, the courtyard overflowed with nobles, priests, and villagers. The grand altar shone with golden light. When King Zerach appeared, clad in robes of white and crimson, the crowd fell silent in awe. He reached out his hand to Freda, and she took it — their fingers intertwining like two fated paths finally meeting. The High Priest raised his staff and proclaimed, “Before gods and men, before the living and the departed, I bind these two in heart and in destiny.”

The three men trudge up the stairs. The group meets up in the Alpha's office. Luke makes himself comfortable on the couch. Jones is content to stand in the corner while Matias and Diana make themselves comfortable behind his desk. "ALPHA!" One of the pack warriors runs in. "A dragon is here. He is insisting on talking to Beta Liam!" Diana straightens her back. "Did the dragon happen to give his name?" The wolf guard nods. "Yes, he said he was a Celtic Dragon of Fertility. Goes by Drogo." Diana's eyes beam in hope. "Show him in at once."

Wren sensed the being's deep pain, its anger and betrayal, but her heart remained resolute. "Before the chaos, the King of the Dragons had perceived the betrayal of his own kind. He was determined to protect his young egg, entrusting it to the Giants, who hid the child away from the impending carnage." The scene shifted, revealing the Giant's form, its presence both noble and tragic. Wren sensed the being's deep sacrifice, its ultimate demise, but her spirit remained unshaken. "Tragically, the youngest Giant entrusted with protecting the young dragon met a devastating end among many of its kin."

There were seven of them in total, all ancient dragons who had lived for a very long time. Ms. Moretti sat in the center. "Alessia, please step forward," she said. I took a deep breath and walked forward. Vorn, Vex, and Vyre followed behind me, doing their utmost to straighten their little bodies and look serious. "Alessia Romano, do you willingly take Lorenzo Fontana as your husband, and do you swear to uphold the obligations of the Red Dragon Queen?" "I do," I replied. "Do you swear to protect the secrets and uphold the interests of the dragon clan and govern alongside the Red Dragon King?"

Her heart jolted, not only from fear but from the way his gaze locked onto hers—unyielding, as if she were the only anchor he had left in this unraveling world. “I was born for this,” she whispered, voice trembling but steady. “The dragons answer to him because he wears the firebrand crown. But the prophecy doesn’t belong to him, Kaelen. It belongs to us.” Before he could reply, another roar shook the heavens. A dragon dove, its scales molten, its wings blotting out the sun. Serenya threw herself aside as its talons scraped stone, pulling half the wall with it. Kaelen rolled beside her, shielding her with his body as debris rained down.