The Unrivaled Dragon King Novels & Stories

Seeing the New King of the Salazar Kingdom, made Venus feel butterflies in her stomach as well as blush. The King was gorgeous. Perhaps the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. His eyes held the pupils of a dragon and his throat was covered in hard small black and red scales. It presented itself almost like a turtleneck sweater in a sense. His blonde hair was combed backwards and an hard expression was held on his face. His eyes landed on Venus and the two locked eyes for a brief moment. In the next moment, the King looked away from her. Venus looked away too, blushing slightly.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.

Darcus asked, looking at the now empty glass, but I shook my head in polite refusal. "We're here because you're worried that if I tell people about your dragon secret, they'll think I'm crazy and commit me to a psychiatric ward, right? Don't worry, I won't say a word," I tried to lighten the mood, earning an amused sparkle in Darcus's eyes. "Ella, Sofia wasn't lying. I am the King of the Dragon realm. And you...you're my mate," he confirmed, his voice hushed, an expression of sorrow clouding his face.

I stand there for a moment, looking down at her. She looks so small in my bed. So fragile. But I know she is not fragile. I have seen her fight. I have seen her stand up to Kendal. I have seen her refuse to break. She is stronger than me. I walk to the window. Open it. Cold air rushes in. I need to think. I need to breathe. I need to remember who I am. I am Cassius Draven. The Dragon King. The most feared man in the kingdom.

beasts made of smoke and teeth leaped around her ankles, their red eyes fixed on Aria’s throat. "I told you, little wolf," Valerica purred, her hair glowing like molten lava. "The King doesn't want you. And the Council has already signed your death warrant. I’m just here to make sure it’s... messy." "Get out," Aria rasped, her voice shaking but her violet eyes refusing to drop. Valerica laughed, a high, tinkling sound that grated like glass on bone. "Or what? You'll bleed on me? You’re a slave, Aria. And tonight, you’re going to find out what happens to slaves who try to sit on a Dragon’s throne, My throne. You think you can compete with me for king Silas?"

The door opened. Aurelion stepped inside, already dressed in dark formal attire that emphasized his height, his power, the authority that radiated from him without effort. But when his eyes landed on me— The king vanished. His breath caught. And the dragon stirred beneath his skin. “You are…” He stopped himself, jaw tightening slightly. “Going to faint?” I teased gently. He huffed a quiet laugh. “Magnificent.” My pulse fluttered. “You’re sure about this?” I asked softly.

He knew what he was doing, and I felt dizzy just thinking about it. He's no figurehead. Was that why he wasn't the dragon king? Because a king was someone who got the title from their bloodline. A king inherited their crown. But Dracul... Dracul had worked for this title. I could tell right now that he got this title because he was the best, plain and simple. He was the strongest, the smartest, the best. When it came to a fight, there was no one who could take him down. Five on one and he was holding his own. I wanted to sink to the ground again. My knees felt like they were about to give out, felt like they were about to collapse from underneath me.

She proclaimed herself as Irene, and I was given no choice but to call her that. My finger danced on her forehead. Whoever she claimed to be, I know my Irun was within her. And I would toil through all obstacles and life-threatening experiences to get her back. I descended from a long line of the powerful dragon royalties of Caliborn, and I would rather die than be the only king to be recognized without a mate. My gaze wandered to her delicate eyes. Five thousand years ago, I witnessed a similar scene after the infamous war. And at that time, it was a permanent slumber.

Before I could reply with my teeth gnashing together, he was gone, shifted into a serpent-like dragon, already in the sky. Adam had not invited me to a tribe meeting since the request that King Orion have the dragon’s help with the spat of his nobles and later vampires. Adam, being a dragon with a whole tree up his ass, only sent the bare minimum and the dragons that dare question him in any of his abilities. I stayed, protecting a tribe that didn't consider me part of.