The Dragon's Bride Novels & Stories

Anna admitted as she stepped out of his hug. “So? Would you like to accept it, my dear wife?” Alex teased, pinching her cheek when she still hadn't answered. “Yeees! I will!” She pouted. Anna immediately walked away until she was standing at the same distance she had used while sparring with Diego. “Reaaady... Start!” Julie announced once more. Gold magic energy surrounding Alex's body. Moments later, everyone was amazed when a magnificent two-headed gold dragon appeared in front of them.

The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.

As the dragon spoke, the mist from his breath caressed her ear, making her shiver again. "Do you know the story of the dragon's bride?" Her head shakes slowly, his fingers flicking the end of her braid between them. He stepped closer to her back, his hand grasping at her hip, pulling her back towards him. Pushing her braid off her neck, he trailed a finger against the pale skin of her slender neck. His eyes roam over the birthmark, his tongue wetting his lips. "When the Yellow Emperor ruled, he wished for the dragons to reign beside him and give him the power he needed to grow the country. At the end of his reign, the dragons ascended as Immortal beings and ha

“Maeve that’s enough. Let them go.” The sound of her voice had his whole body shuddering. “Sweetheart,” He whispered softly now wanted to startle her. She turned slightly, her beautiful green eyes shifting to gold as she saw him and her dragon came to the surface. “Rook” it was a soft whisper filled with worry as a scream from the witch and a sudden flare of heat broke their gaze and turned their attention to the witch. They watched as she slumped down and the flames flared out of control.

The Star-Born Prophecy Long before the twin moons of Qombinia learned to pull the tides of mortal hearts, a single stanza surfaced among the ash-white bones of an oracle who spoke only in her final breath: When scars of flame carve crown of scale, And grief corrodes the dragon’s heart, A star-born bride from kingdom pale Will bind the sky that war would part. For centuries the verse was dismissed—poetic, perhaps, but too vague, too hopeful. Drakonios, last of the Omni Draco and ruler of all dragon-kind, laughed whenever priests recited it. He had flown through civilizations that rose and crumbled like sandcastles in a storm; no mortal could temper the vast, eternal furnace of his life. Yet t

" Rydstorm coaxed. Catori bravely walked across the rest of the air bridge, then let out a breath. Rydstrom was still astonished at how quickly the small female before him was accepting this new lifestyle. Any normal person would have laughed or act out after finding out about the existence of dragons. Then again, she wasn't so normal. But whatever it was that caused his bride to be so brave, he hoped it all goes well. He even sent a silent prayer that nothing comes between them. He already cared for her and would lay his life down on the line for her. The two walked hand in hand to the first area, which was the meeting room.

she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief and horror. "I would never, ever fucking help you!" she screamed, her words laced with anger and defiance. "Hazel!" Crystal growled, her eyes changing colour as her emotions surged. Suddenly, her mother's phoenix bird materialised behind her, its majestic presence lending her strength. Hazel appeared, dressed in a flowing gown, a sword firmly gripped in her hand. She approached Crystal, extending the weapon towards her. "Let's end this once and for all." she whispered, her eyes blazing with anger.

He is manly, with a warrior god physique. She was before a damsel in distress and she had been her hero. She had become what she is now, gentle and dangerous, water in a real sense, because of what he had done to her. But more than that, his desperate love for his beloved is what thrilled her most. His bride is a very lucky girl, whoever among them is she. Meanwhile in Oxidore " Your mother didn't send you here just to lose! Every creature of the night know that Rhysher the Lycan is searching for a bride to marry! That should be you!" Balthar was yelling at his daughter.

He had his hair in a man bun with gold kanzashi holding his hair. The Second Prince Xiang Ma stood before everyone in the Ceremonial Hall, waiting for his bride. The Master of Ceremony then announced that the bride had arrived. The bride entered wearing a bridal gown with the same red and golden trim, a dragon and a phoenix embroidered onto her bridal gown, only it was opposite of his, so when they met to bow with cupped hands gave the illusion of the dragon meeting with the phoenix and vice versa. The bride’s face was covered with a red veil; not even her eyes were seen through it, making it a mystery how she looked under it. The MC called out for them to greet, and they followed the MC’s a

she asked. “No happy family nonsense?” I smiled. “I assure you, I have no desire to play happy families. I simply want an heir.” “An heir?” she said. “Are you royalty or something?” I ignored that too. “So,” I asked, “do we have a deal?” I sweetened the offer. Private housing. A car. Total privacy. She smiled. “Fine. Add it to the contract.” Then she asked, “Where are you from anyway?” “Upstate,” I said. “A place called Fell Village.”