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The Dragon Council was filled with a great sense of urgency. So great was their worry of what Roderick had told them that they flew at their fastest. The dragon king, being the strongest dragon there was, was leading the group of seven, and his wife, the dragon queen, flew right next to him. If it came to speed, the dragon duke was the fastest; but he dared not fly in front of his king. While Dragon King Bahamut was docile before the older dragons like the Imperial Advisor and the Imperial Strategist, he was like a raging bull before the dragon duke and the dragon duchess. Though their daughter was set to be his daughter-in-law, the dragon king’s dignity was not to be questioned by his subje

He gripped the back of his chair as he looked around at everyone. “Thank you all for coming today. Some of you already know that my father, our king, was planning against all of you. When I called this meeting, it was with the intention of informing you all about his plans, and the timeline that I discovered. Some of you also know that I was in the process of recruiting warriors to help us take him down. However, there’s been a change of plans. I’m happy to stand here today and inform you all that the king has fallen, and as of this morning, I have accepted my rightful place as the new Dragon king.” Low mumbles could be heard throughout the crowd, but Cyrus never even flinched as he looked a

Many people support Dragon King, despite not knowing his true strength, but under the position of the audience, he is currently very domineering. The remaining two people on the ring, of course, were not pleasing to the eye. Dragon King defeated Iron Buffalo, challenged White Beatiful Duke and Two Fangs, was called Martial God. "Okay, if you want to die, I promise!" White Beautiful Duke couldn't help it, shouted, taking a step forward, the body drifted back to the Dragon King position. He threw his arms out, a secret weapon rushed in front of the Dragon King. Consists of contains more than ten darts, especially containing venom.

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.

He had thrown her so he could catch her where the Council couldn't see. The great black dragon, a nightmare of obsidian scales and glowing red veins, didn't land gently. He slammed into a narrow, hidden ledge halfway down the ravine, his wings beating back the mist with a sound like crashing thunder. He shifted back into his human form before his feet even settled on the rock, Aria still clutched against his bare, sweating chest. He slammed her back against the wet stone wall of the ravine, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. His golden eyes were solid, burning white, the Dragon-Madness was at its peak.

I turn and gesture toward the shimmering seam in the distance. “They will return here,” I say. “How do you know?” “Because the girl is curious.” “And the king?” “Will follow the disturbance.” One of the younger dragons frowns. “And then?” “Then we take her.” The simplicity of the statement settles over them like frost. No elaborate speeches. No complicated strategy. Just the truth. Capture the Madrigal. Break the harmony. Control the bridge. A dragon from the other realm crosses his arms. “And the king?” I meet his gaze.

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.