The Legend Of The Dragon King Novels & Stories

The helipad became a stage of broken truths. The King, the most powerful Dragon in the realm, looked small as he knelt before Leo. He didn't reach out with the hands of a monarch, but with the trembling fingers of a father who had just found a miracle in a nightmare.

Drake picked up the ancient book and handed it to her before saying, “We have never really gone through this book properly, aside from the ritual and recitations, there is some written history of dragons in it. Take your mind off music for now and let's learn something new” Elaina was a little reluctant. Playing made her anxious and not playing made her anxious too. She was greatly troubled and wished she could just get it over with. She sighed, there was barely any progress so she might as well listen to Drake's advice, “Alright, teach me the history then” she agreed and he cheered happily. He took seat beside her and flipped the pages till they landed on a page and he read out, “The histor

Saga shook his head in frustration then froze as if he remembered something, " he said his name was King Arth or king uhm..Alec! Yes king Alec and that my time was up," "A king?" Louis echoed lifting his head slowly. "There is only one king of the Dragons, " I scoffed shifting in my seat. The king was silent as if in deep thought. He managed to sit slowly back on the bed, Xink was a bitch. "You're right, I am the only king, and there's no way there could be another dragon kingdom existing for tens thousand years in this same forest without us noticing, " "Especially one with magic so great he could create a cloaking spell, " Elzar spoke for the first time.

He would become honored and his command would be remembered for centuries, as it led to the end of fire dragons, or so everyone thought. *** Fifteen Years Later The king was staring out the window in his office, thinking about his new wife, who was currently pregnant with their second child. She was sick though, and the doctors feared she wouldn’t survive long enough to give birth. “Father? Why do the peasants tell stories of fire dragons? I thought they were just a myth.” The king turned his head and saw his son lounging in a chair, staring at the ceiling, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "They were real, they have been turned into myth,” he said with a sigh.

Filled with fire and volcanos as far as the eye could see. Until one day, when in every corner of the world, a blood-freezing howl was heard. No one knows how, but a great beast had made his nest at the top of the tallest Vulcano in Valaria. A dragon... It terrorized travelers for decades until a young prince from the southern kingdom set on an adventure to kill the beast. For years and years, no one heard from him and all assumed he was dead. Until the prince reappeared. Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria.

The king, legend had it, was cursed by a witch after he killed her mate—a dragon. The witch ensured that the cruel king would never escape his kingdom by casting a dark, smoky barrier around it. This impenetrable cloud prevented anyone from entering or leaving, except for dragons. Tragically, this curse also trapped countless innocent lives within Dravonia, leaving them to suffer the consequences of the king’s actions.

Are you seeing this?!" the Lord exclaimed, "My cousin is back and she has a dragon with her!! How is this possible?! I thought dragons were extinct!" "So did I," Jarrod responded, "No dragon has been seen for centuries. And this one is helping the Princess. Then the legend must be true." "What legend? What are you talking about?" Ethan asked angrily. Jarrod began to explain the legend of the dragons... "Many years ago, dragons were common in our land. And all of them came to life the same way. They all were sons of the Queen Dragon. A human female that was the only one capable of giving birth to them." An image formed in Jarrod's mind; the Queen was kneeling on the ground, with a pregnant be

But then again, eight millennia ago, the first pure blood witch, Latoya, had prophesied that the Dragon king shall rise again and when he does, he shall burn the Gods Land to smithereens with his wrath. Or so the legend says.

I said. "This fictional narrative goes like this. The Dragons had all stayed together and formed clans. However, some of them became greedy for power, leading them down the wrong path and delving into magic, which disrupted the peace and prosperity of the clans. In the end, only the last surviving King remained, having lost his queen due to the side effects of magic. The King and his only Son were immune to the side effects. The Dragon King was lost in his grief for his queen, without caring for the infant who grew up feeling lonely. One day, the Son discovers a note from his father, apologizing and requesting that he fulfill his final wish." "What is his last wish?" The way Drake told the s

Layla sneered at him. "We must get our dragon back from this King Lucifer's clutches, and we are going to need our Dragon King's help. Our King is not like any other dragon that ever reigned. He is different in ways the elders had never seen or heard of." "Like how? Is he monster big?" Zander asked. "He has five heads," Isis spoke. They all looked at the witch. "Legend has it he is the evillest creature to have ever lived." "I can't do this," Julia gasped.