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Yet for an eternal heartbeat, court chronicle and prophecy alike bent around a silent conversation of eyes. The Dragon King had returned. And with him, the impossible future he had once glimpsed in a forgotten corridor—a future braided into the hand of a girl now grown into her own legend.

Scales alight with flames as the legends made flesh reveled in their mighty forms. Dragonlords ruled the salty earth, making other species bow to their wills, as it should be, as it will be forever. And the dragons were happy. But high above in the heavens of Asgard, a trickster watched the great beasts frolic in the volcanoes they called home and plotted a grand misdeed. Loki grew jealous of the freedom the beasts enjoyed and the fact that they feared nothing. But he was about to change all that. Further into the cavernous volcano, moans could be heard as the Dragon queen prepared to give birth to the Royal's first dragon heir in centuries. It was a time of celebration, with every dragon wa

She had never expected to be given a choice. "If you choose to continue this marriage, you'll have to come with me to the Sea Dragon Kingdom. I can't stay here. Robert will handle the affairs on land. The matters of the kingdom are far more important." "Wait... the Sea Dragon Kingdom? What do you mean?" "I'm the prince of the Sea Dragon Clan." Alex paused before continuing. "My father was the Dragon King. Since he's gone, I've become the king now. We maintain a presence in both worlds as a precaution against future threats, ensuring that our people always have a place to seek refuge."

Roderick, was one of the newer dragons. “You should be thankful your father is the dragon king. You are only alive because of your parents. Tell your father this: the next time you forget your place, I will destroy the dragon race,” Delores stated coldly and flew off with Kylie, leaving the wounded dragon shivering on the ground. “The legends were true. She truly is a Star!”

She sends him flying into the wall. She walks to the window where her dragon sets fire to the kingdom of Gandigos, “It was nice seeing you again, Regi.” The king's feels his view start to fade as he watches her walk away into the thunderstorm. RISE OF LEGENDS Book #1 In TLOA Series A.C Elegbede

"I’m from a dragon and god bloodline. I used to shapeshift… before I lost my powers." Lucius, who had begun walking away, stopped and turned. But he said nothing. "Wow," Janet whispered. "Just like the legend." "What legend?" I asked. "Come, I’ll show you," Jack said, guiding me toward the school’s library. Inside, the air was thick with knowledge. Shelves reached the ceiling, filled with books from different worlds and realms. But in the center of the library… a massive book floated in mid-air. "Wooow," I breathed.

Also, who better to train with than the dragon king himself? My father Brax Layden is the Dragon King of the mythical lands where we live right now, plus the dragon kingdoms of the North, South, East, and West answer to him. We are located in the center of all of them. I can’t imagine the weight of all the responsibilities that my parent’s carry on their shoulders. It’s a responsibility that I will inherit one day, and I’ll be ready for it. I plan to consolidate the kingdom and the pack, moving everyone into one location. Dragons, Werewolves, and Lycans will live together as one family… as one pack. Our entire settlement will be here, in the Mythical Lands. There are no humans here. We are o

For the first time since his awakening, the Father of Dragons looked solemn. The white dragon opened her eyes again. “Then listen carefully, children.” She lowered herself onto the earth, her great wings folding against her body. “The Dragon King’s Curse is not truly a curse.” Verath frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means that the world forgot the truth.” She looked toward the heavens. “Long ago, before kingdoms existed and before humans gave names to legends, the first Dragon King was born.” Golden light flickered around Verath. “He carried the First Flame.”

He frowns slightly. “I have only ever heard of something like it. The stories of the past say it is the sign of the true ruler… They say the very first Dragon was born with a gold crown engraved into his forehead. I thought it was a fable… a myth, but we are proof that it is not a myth,” Agnarr says, brushing his fingers across my forehead. “Also, I think it suited you perfectly. Yet another sign that you are all I need and I was right in making you the Drækaari.” His face becomes serious and I tilt my head.

And if she whispered my name again— I would be listening. Not as a king. Not as a strategist. But as the dragon who had chosen her. And would choose her again. Fully. When the time came