Throne Of The Dragon King Novels & Stories

When spring finally bloomed and everything returned to life. All the tribes across the wasteland co-hosted an unprecedentedly grand festival to celebrate our shared victory over the harsh winter. At the very top of the altar,in front of hundreds of thousands of beastmen and dragons,Ignis dropped to one knee.He placed a crown adorned with Dragonblood Crystals upon my head,as tens of thousands of subjects bowed devotedly below,cheering my name. I sat upright on the Dragon Queen's throne.Beside me was my invincible mate who loved me deeply and our adorable children;before me were the subjects who revered me.

Riding the dragon he tamed and bearing the flags of all the other kingdoms he conquered alone, building the empire of Valaria. From there, every new king had to tame the dragon before claiming the throne. Or be eaten by the beast. For hundreds of years, there was no one who could challange the power of the Dragon Kings of Valaria. A terrifying story meant to be told by parents to children. Generation after generation. So they would all learn not to question the power of their king, not to revolt, not to complain. Only to fear. After classes, the girls were sent to do chores around the court. Some were sent to help in the kitchen, some to clean and others to wash clothes down by the river.

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

I didn’t have friends or play sports; I was a warrior, a Dragon Slayer. Yes, you heard that right. The medieval fire-breathing beast was absolute, but before I get ahead of myself, let me take you back to the beginning..... The early 1400s There were four kingdoms: water, air, fire, and Earth. They were all ruled over by a group of dragons that would shift into human forms, and some humans lived amongst them with no powers. Each element had powers of incredible strength and healing abilities. Only the Royal families could read minds and teleport stuff like that. The four kingdoms lived in harmony for many years until King Aries from the Fire Kingdom became king. He was an evil man. He preyed

They train princes and princesses alike. The three of them take the center space and pay respect to the row of sovereigns sitting on their respective thrones. King Douman, the ruler of the most powerful species of dragons sits in the middle portion of the other five classes. The three of them occupy their seats, just below the rulers', and enjoy the sight of aerial exhibition of dragons. After a little while, they are entertained by two of the strongest draconian in the empire, wrestling, kicking, and fighting over to steal the opponent's flag. As the pale-skinned draconian with the twelve-pack abs sweats out his victory, everyone cheers for him.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

The helipad became a stage of broken truths. The King, the most powerful Dragon in the realm, looked small as he knelt before Leo. He didn't reach out with the hands of a monarch, but with the trembling fingers of a father who had just found a miracle in a nightmare.

The ground turned a deep red, and the air felt hotter. Far ahead, tall black towers rose into the sky. Their tips glowed faintly, like fire was living inside the stone. That was Ignarion, the kingdom of the Dragonborns. At the border, Dragonborn guards were already waiting. They stood tall in bronze armor that shone in the light, their eyes glowing faintly. When they saw Draekon, they knelt on one knee as their deep voices rang out. "Welcome home, Sovereign of Fire and Fang.”

She gasped, her eyes widening in shock and pain as the smell of burned flesh filled the air. I pulled her close until our faces were inches apart. "Let me make my place very clear to you," I said, my voice deathly quiet. "Well since you know how dangerous I can be, let me introduce myself. I am the Dragon Queen. This is my palace. Thorne is my mate. You are nothing. A bitch from the past who has overstayed her welcome. If you ever cross my path again, if you ever speak to me again, you will get more than a burned neck. Do you understand?"

“Some of the dragon lords were shrewd and used other dragons as body doubles to divert risks from themselves. The dragon kings did them one better. They mastered the ability to scatter their essence or spirit and then bond it within the cells of a human individual. I’m guessing when the Fire from Heaven struck, the four dragon kings hid themselves in the blood of certain jōnins, to be then passed down to their descendants. Now in the Time of Man, the jōnin or their child who carries the spirit of a dragon king within them… they should be the one called Dragonkist.” “Oh… my… kami,” Aki mumbled. “How do you know all these?” “Believe it or not, I read about it in a two-hundred-year-old book wri