The Dragon's Bride Dramione Novels & Stories

The pulsing waves continue until a blue dragon lies in my bride's place. I fall to my knees. My heart has stopped and started again. I'm looking at the most glorious sight in the universe. It can't be. An eerie female voice comes with the wind. "You have proven your worth as a dragon." I look around and see no one. Roxanne opens her large, luminescent blue eyes. My bride is dragon.

Amara was to be sacrificed as the Dragon bride. She had been raised for this; she had known this day would come. The village had gathered at the base of the black stone altar, whispering prayers in great terror, the dragon of the Mountains, Draco. She stood all dressed in white with her wrists tied up with a red ribbon that marked her as a sacrifice. Her red hair spilled around her, and her green eyes were filled with fear. Every step toward the altar was a step toward death. Her knees trembled, but the villagers pushed her forward, up the steps until she stood alone at the centre of the cold altar.

The kiss was simple yet Amber can feel sparks flying between them before the Dragon pulled back. His orange eyes with spikes of yellow color held love and desire in them for his bride. The Oracle looked like a fragile doll in his arms. The way the Dragon was making the Oracle melt against him made Amber feel like he must have taken classes in seduction. . . Just looking at them was making Amber all hot and bothered. Her heart longed for her mate. It was getting dark in her heart without him. The moment the Dragon and the Oracle had come back from the woods the Dragon's been attached to the Oracle's hip. Aric had told Amber that the Oracle was the Dragon's bride and she's been on a run from h

"I proudly present you, your future queen, and Luna, my daughter, Damara Cordeiro!" My world started to spin. I shook my head, trying to cast a spell on reality. This couldn't be happening. Why did Ulisses say something like that?! I watched Tyrion, but he didn't even glance at me. I saw his whole body stiffen as Damara entered the stage wearing a sparkling white dress, ready to become his beloved bride. I couldn't believe that I lowered my guard and didn't see it coming. Tonight—just like five years ago—I let Damara win.

Lorenzo asked, looking at her. "The Alpha king is getting married to a dragon. Can't you tell?" She suddenly asked and the whole dining room stood still, suffocating in pure shock. "Dragon?" Nicholas asked, stunned. "Dragon?" Caesar growled at Ramona who stood up. "How do you know that?" Francesco asked Tiana. "She looks like someone I know from when I was little. When I saw her the other day, I realized that it was her." Tiana replied immediately. Lorenzo raised his brow then sighed, not really surprised that his mate was sharp witted.

I snapped and hoped he wouldn't pull a gun and shoot me. “You are,” he replied without missing a beat. “You’re a Raven bride. Every inch of you is a symbol. So smile.” I didn’t. I just turned back to the mirror and stared at myself. This wasn’t me. But for tomorrow? It had to be. Draco finally stood, walked over, and gently adjusted a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’ll wear this one,” he murmured, his fingers brushing too long against my neck. “And you’ll make every man at that party wish he was me.”

It had big eyes, a bigger tail, huge scaly wings and body, along with clawed limbs. " HOLY SHIT! A REAL DRAGON! " Liana stared at the creature as realisation struck. " DRACO? IS THAT YOU? IN YOUR TRUE FORM? " " THE INCOMPETENT DRACO MUST HAVE GIVEN YOU TOO MUCH LEAVE FOR YOU TO ADDRESS A DRAGON LORD BY NAME! " It roared. " So it isn't Draco!" Liana murmured scratching her head. " YOU SEEM TOO WEAK TO BE EVEN A HUMAN BRIDE. WHAT DID DRACO SEE IN YOU TO CHOOSE YOU AS HIS MATE! "

She probably didn’t believe when she arrived and was told where I ended. She thought I would end up as a gutter rat or a slave in some noble woman’s house. Living off scraps. Watching her then, comparing Meelan’s smile to her obvious fake one seemed like an insult to Meelan. She looked at Draconian. “Aren’t you going to introduce your best friend?” She was unbelievable. If shameless was a person, it would’ve been her. “Sure, future Luna Aria,” I said with a smile and hooked my arm to Draconian’s. “This is my husband, King Draconian of House Vaelryth.”

Serra asked, unsure of who she was seeing in the mirror. "You are Clairra, the priestess of the East and the bride of a Demon King," Eyaren answered. "Bride?" Serra's eyes went wide as she turns to Eyaren. Of all the things the woman mentioned, being a bride had caught her attention. "You mean I am getting married? Are you serious?" "Yes, my priestess." Serra is stunned to hear Eyaren confirm it. I must be dreaming! She can't help herself but wonder. Never has she had a boyfriend nor had any interest in dating anybody as far as she could remember but now she's betrothed to somebody?

It was a wonder Danae's Lesser Fae side turned out to be a full Siren and it brought suspicion as to the true origin of Lord Vasilis. There were Sirens in Elysium but none were full Sirens. Quarter-bloods. Half-bloods at most. The appearance of a fullblood would cause an uproar. It was already hard enough for them to accept a Half-Fae woman as their Lord,and now to top it all, she was a Siren...and mate to the Fire Dragon. An Ice Dragon. I held her golden gaze as she stopped and stood in front of me,managing to look down at me from her nose even if i was nearly twice her height. "Shall we?"She asked icily. She turned and nodded in Tymon's direction. "Thank you."