The Dragon's Bride Novels & Stories

This is a routine they follow every year. Every girl both human and fae are all came and curtsied in front of Blaze. Arabella is one of the girls, who is participating this year. She belongs to one of the elite families in the dark realm. Being chosen as a dragon's bride is a thing to be proud of. Each dragon chooses only one mate in its entire life. They cherish their mates, until the day they die. Many women want to become the bride of a dragon for so many reasons. Some want the privilege of being an elite after becoming a dragon's bride. Some need money and a few need the love and affection they offer.

The red hair bride replied, “We might give birth to eggs since this is a dragon kingdom.” Nora cut their talks with her frustrating words, “That’s the matter should be worried by the bride who was chosen by our crown prince. Not you.” All the brides were irritated and Ash coloured hair bride told her, “What does a warrior doing in the group of brides? Does the warrior think she might be picked for her sword?” The brunette bride replied the ash hair bride, “She is been following our crown prince like a puppy but he doesn’t even gave his grace to this warrior.”

If anything, his grip tightens just enough to remind her of their unspoken agreement—play along. “I left the city the moment Nico let slip that there might be a wedding to plan,” the woman declares, eyes flicking between the two of them with barely contained excitement. “Tell me it’s true.” Lucian sighs, his voice laced with feigned exasperation. “Giulia—” “Has my grumpy brother finally chosen a bride?” she interrupts, practically vibrating with energy. Aurora swallows, casting a quick glance at Lucian, who, for once, doesn’t rush to answer. She exhales slowly, then offers a careful nod. “Yes, um, we are… getting married.”

"But I'm going to find out. And until I do, you belong to me." Saoirse’s hands curled into fists in the horse’s mane. She would play his game. She would be his mute, stupid servant. She was the Last Dragon. He was the Viper. And he had just invited his own destruction into his home.

I will need to be their family now. "Shh, Niblings. Auntie will tell you a story," I promise with a wide-open smile. It will be hours until we make it back home, a long trip for such little hearts. "Once upon a time, there was a strong dragon prince. He lived high on a mountain overlooking the sea. He didn't believe in love, until one day, a beautiful woman was given to him as a sacrifice..."

Zach winced for air, Arron fang penetrated his skin now heading for his vein he had no other choice than to give. "You should go greet the king who invited us," Adina said trying to hold down the laughter which was piled up within. The expression on Sophia's face was a sight to behold, the sight of the men who tore themselves apart In the ring was something she couldn't stomach. "Am not here because of his invitation," Sophia murmured now turning to Adina. "Greeting him as your husband-to-be wouldn't hurt," Adina added trying to get on Sophia's nerves. Sophia gave Adina the don't push it to look, being addressed as Hector's bride Was something she hated more than seeing two men tear themselv

"However, we've found out that a dragon … Blaire is being hunted by a dragon who claims she is his mate, and we think he took Bree. It would explain her scent disappearing, and the big gaping hole in my penthouse. He attacked us last night." The room went eerily silent, most of them sat wide-eyed, and other's mouths were agape. Stephanie chuckled humorlessly, and began to shake her head. "You're telling me that a dragon took Bree because of her? She's caused nothing but problems since you hired her—," "Watch it," Luther snapped. "That's my mate you're talking about." Stephanie stood. "Yeah, and apparently some dragon's too. Why would he need Bree? What about the other missing people? The att

Edith No! Woefully! My vision does not fool me. It is a dragon! A real, giant dragon with all its bones, flesh, and blood. Well, I suppose they do have blood. And all those terrible and ugly horns and nails. It is flapping its giant wings to keep its body swing in one place, at the height of the castle's balcony, which is the extension of the ball hall. Into its sight, my breath is taken away. For a while, I forget to breathe until my lungs tell me to do so. Then I take a deep, sharp breath. Oh! My God! What does it want? What is looking for here?

I stood up and pointed at a green snake outside the barrier. “I can bond with him and pray for rain!” Leigh glanced at the mottled green snake beyond the barrier and pretended to persuade me kindly. “Chloe, there’s no need to rush like this. A rain maiden must ride a dragon to soar into the sky. You must be mistaken, seeing a snake as a dragon.” The crowd whispered as I pulled the snake toward me with my spirit power. “Princess Chloe is confused. A white dragon, no matter how weak, is still a dragon. At today’s ceremony, I’m afraid only Princess Leigh can put an end to the drought on Earth.”

His hands slipped lower, caressing her hips and backside beneath the water, teasing the line between reverence and temptation. “Dragon’s blood does not weaken when shared,” he murmured, his hands slipping beneath her hips to lift her, “but the power tends to favor a few and we call that person ‘Draken’. Records show no ‘Draken’ since the first has found their mate. Some, in desperation, took additional wives to tempt their waning desires and hopefully produce an heir—although their offspring won’t necessarily inherit their title.”