The Unrivaled Dragon King Novels & Stories

The universe had decided to give me another one, in a place I did not know, in a body that was not mine, with a family that had already sold me before I had even opened my eyes. "When you say Dragon King," I said carefully, "you mean that literally. You mean an actual dragon." Nobody answered. Which was, honestly, answer enough. Oh my Goddess.

Apart from the modern human world , the earth , another parallel world existed , a whole world on its own that was connected to earth through a secret portal . The other world , was filled with dragos , magicians , witches , mystical creatures and demons . A world that humans think it only exists in fairytales for children............but no ! It was real and this magical world was ruled by king Damien PenDraco , a pure dragon . The PenDraco famiy's dragons were the strongest among the other dragons . Dragons in this world were a bit different from normal dragons . They had the form similar to human . They could transform into dragons too but most of the time they remained in a human form bo

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–”

King Zaron was looking directly at me. I had heard stories my entire life. Everyone in Stonehaven had. The Dragon King was ancient and merciless, a creature so powerful that lesser beings dropped to their knees simply from the weight of his presence. I had built a picture of him in my mind over nineteen years of whispered tales — something monstrous, something inhuman, something that did not resemble anything I would recognize. I had not built the right picture.

If Jordan lost to Veryl today, Erichon was done for. Malachi stood far from them, holding the only leverage they had over Veryl. It was hard getting to know the avian king’s weakness, much less seeing him in his dragon form. It felt surreal to see one in person. Veryl's dragon form was massive. His wing span made him and Jordan appear as tiny dolls in front of him. He was scared and he knew Jordan was too but they were already in too deep. There was no turning back. The dragon king only had two living relatives. Word had it that he would do anything for his nephew. From the way he was fighting Jordan, it seemed his plan was spot on.

“Uncle Primus…” But my uncle, King Primus Majere, isn’t listening. He’s taken his bipedal form, dressed again as the courtier that the False Queen demanded, his hand tightly wrapped around the neck of a young man with long black hair. As I watch, the man begins to change, his hair flowing and white, his eyes shining silver. It’s Atremi. He’s come to meet us. “YOU BASTARD!!” The Dragon King snarls, his tail whipping around him as he pins another drake to the ground. “You killed my wife! You killed Carnelia, and now you will die with her!”

Alpha Adam asked, confused. "Don't you know what he is, Alpha Adam? He is the mighty king of the dragons. The one and only King Arabic Reubus from the Kingdom of Diaphora. A long-lost kingdom for millenniums!" That lengthy explanation, hopefully, would give these two some sense to think brilliantly now.

Victoria widened her big blue eyes , stupidly absorbed every word King Dragon telling her. King Dragon smirked looking, he rose the glass. He shrugged. “I am not having much time to tame her…she’s so greeny in performing some shafts. Though she’s a princess.” He laughed. “Are you sure you will win from other kings to get her engage with you? Becoming one of your pleasure women, the mistresses? She’s going to be crowned someday. Only if you don’t take over this kingdom, Your Majesty…” King Dragon again smirked hearing the question from his eldest toughest mistress. He pulled in her body closer, to take a seat on his lap. He put his grip on her waist.

Also even when he saw Draco for first time in his royal conference, he knew instantly that Draco was dragon, because of which he trapped Draco and us to lead to his chamber, from where he then successfully capture Draco, Jamerian Borg was planning on using Draco dragon power to improve his living year, however his motive was destroyed by us. King Jamerian Borg and all rulers after him were considered as good King, however only his son and now we know how ruthless and evil person he was; who didn’t even spared his own children in front of his greed to live forever. I felt nothing but disgust after concluding this truth about late king however my body and mind was already to sour to express my

No sooner had the words left my lips than the doors to the hall were pushed opened and in came none other than Rihero Von Palestine, the Dragon King. He was dressed in all black from head to toe, with a black suite that had a golden dragon embroidered on the left side. He wore black pants and a black shirt underneath and his midnight black hair hung open to his hips. His dark eyes were completely devoid of light as he came to a stand in front of me and I couldn’t help but notice how we contrasted each other. Light and Darkness. Fire and Ice. “Happy eighteenth birthday, my Lady.” He gave a small bow before taking my outstretched arm and placing a kiss on the back of my hand. “You look stunnin