The Water Dragon's Bride Novels & Stories

"Yes. I'm ready." Calliope responded, placing her hand in his. Electricity seemed to spark between them as before, eliciting a silent gasp from the young Princess who looked up instantly to meet his own knowing gaze. He seemed outwardly unperturbed by the connection that had zapped through them but inwardly, he understood and confirmed what he already knew. She was most definitely his mate. There were no more, non-existent doubts. After a silent bow from Lucien that was returned by the women present, the King of Natus led his bride away from the backyard of the Wysteria Estate and towards the forest where the portal that would take them straight to his Kingdom was still open.

They prayed to Helios to let the brides in until Solas’s anger calms down and Helios agreed because of his own growing fear. Every decade since then, Helios allowed the cave to open, and a bride was sent to Solas, hoping to placate him and protect the village from his fury. Each bride was a sacrifice, a desperate attempt to stave off destruction. But Solas, consumed by anger and bitterness, never touched a single woman sent by the villagers. Instead, he killed each bride and threw their bodies out of the cave, a grim testament to his unyielding rage and refusal to accept his banishment.

"Control your beast and end this violence at once. Remember where you stand. Do not let your emotions take over and destroy thousands of years of legacy." The flames intensified, and some of my soldiers poured water. The others tried to breathe in the flames. It would not suffice. Those were the flames of a powerful royal dragon. So powerful that even Rothrar himself would not mount a challenge. I was its creator. And so I was the only one who could tame or destroy it. "Brother!" My brother's voice seemed clearer. "Rothrar?" I said. "Ramon." He looked into my eyes. "Remove the flames."

One drop, two, three, fall into the bowl. The liquid inside writhes like it is alive, turning silver, then white, then a light so pure it hurts to look at. Gasps ripple through the hall. Malphas lifts the bowl high. His blind eyes weep tears of rapture. “Behold!” he cries. “The soul of Elara Wynne burns brighter than any in a thousand years! She is chosen! She is pure! She is the bride the Serpent has waited for!” The cheering is deafening.

“I’ve never seen a dragon in the water for the first time, and since Bynjym is being Bynjym and not giving me a head’s up about what to expect, I’m guessing this will be very interesting.” Bynjym lands lightly on his back legs, then carefully sets Cyryl onto the sandy beach. She begins chirping, clicking, and clucking excitedly. ‘Cyryl?’ I ask her. Rather than answering me, she races to the water, flapping her wings in her excitement. “Damn. Were you this excited when you saw water for the first time, Bynjym?” Ryuki asks out loud. ‘Yes. Dragons love water,’ he says. His voice is happier and a bit more distracted than normal as he watches Cyryl race into the water.

His voice was iron. My body swayed. Thoughts clicked into place like shattered shards of a mirror. Not only had the gods returned me to this day. Drakon had returned too. Among dragonkin, bloodline was everything. I was the only trueborn daughter of my house, a rare Gold dragon. From the day I was born, I was destined to marry the Dragon King. At eighteen, I became his wife. But two years passed without a child. Healer after healer examined me. There was nothing wrong with me. That meant the problem was him.

She jumped up immediately and took flight trying to get another shot at the Trifecta. “YOU NEED TO STOP THIS NOW! PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS!” Dradon pleaded. He didn't want to hurt her, but he wouldn't be able to stop the pull to protect the Trifecta even from his dame. He didn't know how the hell any of this was even possible. No where in their history has two dragon breeds became mates. Something had to be wrong, maybe she was like his brother turned into a black dragon by the witch. Dradon thought to himself.

The Star-Born Prophecy Long before the twin moons of Qombinia learned to pull the tides of mortal hearts, a single stanza surfaced among the ash-white bones of an oracle who spoke only in her final breath: When scars of flame carve crown of scale, And grief corrodes the dragon’s heart, A star-born bride from kingdom pale Will bind the sky that war would part. For centuries the verse was dismissed—poetic, perhaps, but too vague, too hopeful. Drakonios, last of the Omni Draco and ruler of all dragon-kind, laughed whenever priests recited it. He had flown through civilizations that rose and crumbled like sandcastles in a storm; no mortal could temper the vast, eternal furnace of his life. Yet t

One again, the Dragon Lord emitted his words with such kind of authority that not even the strongest Dragon like Dareon could repudiate. Dareon vow his head with his right hand touching his very heart. “I will wait for you then my Dragon Lord. See you tomorrow.” And Dareon flipped his wings about to fly, but the Dragon Lord called him. The Dragon Lord swayed his right hand and from there a white bridal gown made of lace and silk adorned with shining diamonds, hanging dancing into the air. “It is time to pass it as a wedding gift to your bride. I don’t have a son Dareon and my human wife died a long time ago. My heart died along with her. No one will use that anymore. As my adopted son and so

Sighing she held out her hand to Rook, “looks like we are going for a swim. I know that tone we aren’t going to get anything more out of her.” He chuckled, grabbed her and tossed her into the lake. She screamed in surprise and burst out laughing as she came to the surface. Rook was just a startled and joined in her laughter as he saw the reason for it. Aria”s head was poking through the waterfall and the silvery glittering water and her golden sparkles made it appear to be a glittering ghostly dragon head suspended in the water. Satisfied there was no danger to Crystal, she urged them to hurry up.