The Dragons King Bride Novels & Stories

His hands were buried deep in his leather coat pockets, his expression unusually serious, the youthful carelessness entirely gone. "Thousands of years ago... the Dragon Clans nearly destroyed themselves," Eryx began, his voice low and raspy. "Too many kings. Too many wars. Too much pride. So, the ancient elders created a covenant. One child. One soul. One future queen. The Dragon Bride." Seraphina swallowed the dryness in her throat, shifting closer to Killian. "And what happens to her?" Eryx hesitated, his golden eyes darting away toward the frozen fountain before he answered. "She unites every single dragon clan."

A damned peasant said grabbing my cloak and for a second the thought of blasting him to oblivion crossed my mind but taking a deep breath, I forced a smile offering a small blessing before turning on to the oncoming multitude. "People!" I call and an instant hush grew over the pavilion. "Today is a remarkable day, a day of infinite celebrations marking a significant end for all the evil that has plagued us for centuries!" There was a loud cheer, hooting and ululations from the crowd, I raised a hand and once again the hushed silence descended on the crowd. "I give you the head of the Queen of the west!" I say pulling out a dried obviously fake head at which the people cheered. "And our live

He still didn't know his feelings for her and before clarifying them, his mother had made him aware of his engagement and the pressure exerted by the members of the Grand Council, as he couldn't continue to reign without a wife by his side. As he spun Selene around, a glimmer caught King Frederick's attention, so he tried to find where it had come from and saw a large green stone sparkling under a ray of light. His eyes landed on a striking and peculiar brooch that the young lady wore on her dress, over her heart. It wasn't a common piece, it was very exclusive, and not just anyone could acquire one. This made him realize its significance, but he made no comments and continued dancing, avoid

I shivered as Draken's overheated body pressed flush against mine, and a deep, comforted moan escaped his lips. Face flushed, I froze and nervously braced myself, expecting him to take the final step. But all he did was cling to me, nuzzling and not making a single move. That was when it struck me that he had no idea what he was doing at all! My heart leaped. Just as I was going to guide Draken through every step, he let out a startled cry and shifted into a golden dragon. His massive dragon form filled the bridal chamber as he hovered wildly in the air. With a crash, the glass shattered before he hurled himself through the window and darted out in a panicked escape.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

’ The king whispered. ‘The weak are killed aren’t they. I was weak to you wasn’t I?’ Rosalie growled picking her words carefully. ‘No your my wife. How can you be weak? You are here with me again.’ The king spoke as he stepped closer. Hasik was worried as he to took a step. This caused the king to turn on him and growl. As he pounced Rosalie jumped at him sending the two of them sprawling over the small embankment into the forest floor. Drezic screamed for Rosalie as he helped Apollo to a tree stump and jumped over the embankment shifting to his own dragon. Hasik looked at Apollo before he flew after them.

"Be a good bride to the prince." I grimaced. "I will never be his bride." We're not sure about that. I'm sure than a hundred percent, Raja. He just wants to play with me. He has no intention of choosing me as his bride to be. I flinched at Raja's laugh. It sounded too beastly. As expected from a dragon. I could imagine him rolling his eyes. "Take care as well, Thiara," I hugged Thiara tight before finally going inside the carriage.

Every wolf below stopped fighting to see the miracle. Grey looked upward. His blue eyes widened. With shocked. With admiration. But most of all, with dread as he saw his bought bride. — Citizens’ POV Above the battlefield... A young woman cloaked in cream sat upon the back of a black dragon. Golden-green light poured from her outstretched hands. Her hair danced wildly in the wind. Her eyes shone with golden light as though she was possessed. The entire kingdom bloomed beneath her command. Far below... The tiny green bud upon the Everlasting Tree finally opened into its first leaf.

Someone else had been waiting for this war—waiting for her to be distracted. Aedric, still in his lycan form, snarled as he saw them. “Another kingdom?” Lillian’s mind raced. If this new force was an ally of House Durnath, they were outnumbered. But if they had come for their own gain, then the battlefield had just become even more dangerous. She raised her sword, blood dripping from its edge. “Hold the line,” she commanded. Whatever was coming next, she would face it. Because she was not just a queen. She was the Lycan King’s bride. And she was not done fighting.

"What about him?" The messenger smiled. "His Majesty would like to meet him." Pandora burst out laughing. I stared at her. "This isn't funny." "It absolutely is." "No, it isn't." "Maria, the king wants an audience with a dragon who steals bread." When she said it like that, it did sound ridiculous. Unfortunately, it was still happening. The messenger bowed his head. "His Majesty requests your presence tomorrow morning." I looked down at Stiles. The tiny dragon blinked up at me. Not a single thought behind those bright eyes. Just happiness and his growing curiosity. He was just being….Stiles.