Novel & Cerita The Legend Of The Dragon King

Mars was shocked to hear that dragons still exist and desperate to capture their kingdom. "But Mom it's been 15 years now, We have hadn't been any attack or haven't seen any dragon around us," he frantically said holding Vincent hand tightly looking into her eyes. "Son, Dragon king was also badly injured that night, might be in the same condition as I am, he is such a manipulating and vicious man that he inherited the greed to become the world's powerful magician to his son,

Unlike like Earth, Dragon realm don’t have several parted kingdoms with different King and Queen as their ruler, each and every Dragon person were ruled by one and only Dragon King Ladon and all dragon people were part of one single kingdom named as ‘Kingdom Dracovianta’, which was govern by his elder brother and minister Falkor black in his absence. Falkor was a faithful brother to king Ladon until he saw Cassandra and fell for her beauty however he never showed his emotion towards her since she was his sister – in – law, time quickly passed by Dragon realm grew in wealth and prospered in all sort of way, their strength increased and each Dragon became more powerful that they already were b

Every word bit into my flesh as he continued to tell his terrible story. "Let me tell you a little bit about your father. Obviously you know now that he was what we called the King of the Dragons. A god amongst us if you will. Blood Dragons are well known for their blood magic and it's a powerful one at that. If he so much as wanted to, he could explode a mountain with just a snap of his fingers." Drake snapped his fingers to make a point. "He was revered as the greatest Dragon. He was compassionate, but also extremely stubborn." He gave me a pointed look before continuing.

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

I growl, annoyed at the fact Mallard left the door open and this idiot has now ruined my fantasy. “Your father wants to see you.” I nod, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I watch as he bows before turning around, “And close the door on your way out.” The door closes and I exhale sharply- what now? I know my father is anxious about me being able to produce an heir, but I am doing everything in my power to make sure it happens by the deadline. 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.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

During my time, however, I catch bits of information that pique my interest. While the Dragon King is the ruler of this land, there isn’t much known about him, or the Royal Family. I learned many things this eventing as I dusted cornices atop wobbling ladders. His name, Zarek Nightflame, rests heavily on my mind. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I find myself speaking it in silence, just to see how it feels on my tongue.

he muttered, his voice full of a rare, genuine alarm. The creature that slithered out of the darkness was a dragon made of living ice, a relic of the Old World. It didn't look at Silas; its eyes were locked onto Aria’s bleeding hand. It let out a high-pitched, melodic cry, and from the mist below, a dozen more cries answered. "They're coming," Silas hissed, looking at the distance where torches flickered. The search parties were nearing. He grabbed Aria, his eyes solid gold. He didn't have time to hide her back in the wing. If the Council saw him here with her, his throne would be forfeit and she would be executed on the spot.

“You have finally returned.” His family’s sacred duty had always been to serve as the ultimate guardians, awaiting the Queen’s reawakening. I helped him to his feet, taking his hand in mine. Our palms were scorching hot. Behind us, the other two eggs, sensing my power, also burst open with two sharp cracks. Two more majestic young dragons shot out, circling us with excited cries. I looked at my mate, my children, and the world at my feet that was about to bow to me once more.

I was going to leave my kingdom and live amongst them, I wanted to prepare for it. And that is when I came upon the legend of Ozar, the Alpha King who has the unblemished blood of dragons, they say he cannot be scorched by fire, his bite is hot as a dragon’s breath and his eye are nothing but dancing flames. I wondered who would be misfortuned to be the mate of such a man. I didn’t think I would land in the misfortune of being his mistress—what a twist of an unforgiving fate.