Throne Of The Dragon King Novels & Stories

But whoever it was, he had been playing a very careful game. The Royal council was made of the five important clans of Draconiá from powerful blood lineage, and I always had a feeling that most of them would so gladly stab us to our deaths and then conquer the throne. Dragons had always been a self-serving creatures, and their addiction to things they couldn’t have... "Like our mate...” Shade said with an amused chuckle. I shook my head. “With the power and magic of the crown always in side with us, they can’t come anywhere near us or our throne, and it must be frustrating for them.”

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–”

As the sun climbed steadily across the sky, the spires of Asterin’s royal palace finally came into view, glittering like a crown upon the cliffs that overlooked the emerald forests and silver rivers below. The three riders guided their dragons into a smooth descent, the massive wings stirring the morning mist into dancing swirls above the palace gardens. With a final beat of powerful wings, Aragon, Onyx, and Sapphire touched down gracefully just beyond the palace gates.

His lips press against my hands, and it’s as if he’s sealing a promise with that kiss. His declaration was delivered with the power of a king, one that echoes like a beautiful melody. The air is charged with an undeniable energy as he lays bare his feelings in front of everyone. “Long live the Dragon King Agnarr, holder of all titles!” I turn to look at Dagnoth, who has raised his sword. “Long live the Dragon Queen, Xendaya the Compassionate!” The chanting continues and I close my eyes as Agnarr cups my face, his lips colliding with mine once more…

It made him panic. Darryl cracked a smile when he noticed White Tiger King’s flustered expression. "White Tiger King, this is called the Trap Dragon Thorn. These Trap Dragon Thorns were specially invented by humans to deal with the Green Dragon clan. Once being stabbed, any powerful dragon will inevitably lose the ability to fly. I believe it is very painful. Even the Green Dragon clan could not bear the torture of the Trap Dragon Thorn. Would you like to try it?” Darryl said slowly to make himself clear as he had a relaxed expression on his face.

The night was long. Long with a battle that changed everything. • The Moon Realm now holds a new record. The Dragon Queen and her army rescued them from a massacre planned by the real devils. Not only that, the throne had been reclaimed by its rightful owner: King Duncan Thornevale. All the corrupt leaders were exposed at the Grand Court, brought to their knees, and now await his ruthless punishment. A new, rightful order will soon take over. It will take time before everything falls back into place.

“Don’t I need to pack and…” Waving a dismissive hand she laughs. “That’s what servants are for, Little Sister. Right now this is your job.” The first dragon I face is my nephew, Orion. He is a very unique type of dragon, a combination of fire, sky, and water--a storm dragon. There have been other storm dragons in the past, but currently, he is the only one living in the Celestial Kingdom. “He’s just a boy!” I glare at Ona. “I am not hurting him.”

❤️ What Were You Saying? ❤️ The Giant Kingdom: The Throne Room: Draevon stepped out of the portal as it closed behind him and he stood still for a moment and let his eyes adjust. He had been in a lot of throne rooms in his life. A lot. His own back in Khyrador was large and he had always thought it was pretty impressive. The vampire king’s place was also big. Even Malgron’s palace had this heavy, crushing kind of grandness to it, made to press down on you until you felt small and stupid just for breathing.

I quickly turned to see Liza holding the edge of my long sleeve, trying to tell something “Please come back safe” she worriedly said. My heart melted and I hugged her as tight as I could. I’m glad all the hardships I experienced in the past led me to my new family and sister, Liza. “Brother it hurts!” she complained “Oh, hahaha! I’m sorry! I’m going ahead then.” I left her and as fast as I could, ran back to the scene where the Serpent is raging. I pulled out my sword holster from the behind and pulled it out and whistled to the huge majestic monster. His attention caught me and started to charge towards me.

Only the royal members of the Houses could shift into dragons. It was what made them special, what drew the line between commoners and royalty. There would be many members of the Royal Houses who would be leading the war for the White King. For his house, there was only one dragon, which was him. One dragon against many more; one inexperienced dragon against many that were experienced. Alaris knew the problem he would have to face soon, but he told no one of his worries; after all, if the head was afraid, then what would he rest do?