The Dragons King Bride Novels & Stories

By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that. I am a full dragon and with that, I need to be even more careful. Half breeds: that is what the council wants. That is what is safe. Half noble human and half dragon are what bloodlines are supposed to be made of when royalty breeds. When two full-blood royal dragons mate, you risk health issues along with the possibility of mental instability…. Like what happened with my twin brother Sanderson and me. We were born from the same egg, we look identical, but are nothing alike… he should be locked up in an i

Because she was not just a queen. She was the Lycan King’s bride. And she was not done fighting.

“Andessa stop labelling false accusations against me—” “My husband’s final wish was to unite our kingdom with the Dragon Kingdom of Drakarith,” Andessa disregards me once again, “the Dragon King has long awaited a queen tribute from us. In honor of our alliance, we shall be sending our dear crown princess to his kingdom as our offering.” “WHAT?!” I struggle against the floor.

“Don't tell me you're chickening out?” I parted my lips to speak, but I'd barely gotten any more words out before she turned to the crowd again. “Our king's bride doesn't want to drink.” She let out in faux sadness, and I watched everyone's attention snap towards her immediately. “That's a little sad don't you think?” “How do we know she's one of us then?” A gruff biker from behind hissed. “we need to be sure she's in our side. So drink up, princess.”

‘Copy that,’ Ryan says quickly, shutting our link down. Getting up from my desk I decide to make my way to my room to get ready for tonight, it’s already late in the morning and I haven’t done a single thing to get ready yet. Lily should be in Alex’s room so I don’t think I’ll see her, I’ll just have a quick shower and get dressed in the ceremonial robes and head outside to see what’s going on and when our guests will start arriving. I invited dragons from all over, after all the female dragons were captured and eventually killed off all the kingdoms slowly depleted making me the last dragon king, but there are still old kings out there that will hopefully try to restore their kingdoms now t

His voice was not loud, yet it filled the chamber. “I do not require alliances disguised as marriage. I do not need a woman who comes with borrowed armies or inherited ambitions.” His gaze passed over each man in turn. “My wife has what I need.” The statement was final. One of the lords dared to ask: “And what is that, Your Majesty?” Edrion held his gaze. “She is beautiful. A beautiful wife is worth more than a thousand armies, would you not agree?” The man lowered his eyes immediately. The king continued, his tone leaving no room for argument:

I couldn’t say if it was because of our first skin contact or simply because I saw him as Axel through and through. “My queen,” he replied, his eyes flashing with lust and pride. I felt them so potently inside me, pushing the thought of Alpha Eckon away and into my chest of full of reserved memories. This dragon king had easily bound our bonds together, just like how the alpha king of the werewolves and lycans tied our souls in the first meeting. “I—I haven’t known your name, milord,” I muttered, dying to know it. “I am Raxelan, the king of the dragons, and your mate.” He puffed up his chest and gave me an arresting smile.

Although Aurora was sure he was heavy enough to collapse the roof, not even a tile of the roof was misplaced by his delicate claws. "This is Dragon King," Brinn whispered. Aurora nodded. It seemed her plans would have to change slightly. She and Brinn stepped forward to separate themselves from the others. The Dragon King, Ejder, stared at them in cold fury. His mate, the queen, hovered above them in all her glory. Her vermilion scales were alive with fire. The fire burst forth from her mouth into the air with a snarl. Even at a great distance, those on the high walkway could feel the heat. In response, Ejder let his own flame burst forth in a wide upward spray, causing the queen and others

For the first time I notice a faint tinge of red in his eyes. He straightens up, a smile spreading on his thin lips. “That my dear, is High lord Lucien Drakon Vire. King of all the three realms.” I nearly fall off my bed and the doctor rush to steady me. I have heard stories about the high lord, why didn’t it click when everyone kept referring him as royalty. My head spins, a new fear gripping at my chest. The man who saved me, who treated me like I was special, who spoke to me like he was my savior but I know who he is now.

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 have been in the Heavenly Realm ev