Throne Of The Dragon King Novels & Stories

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

This is a cavern of a room, more like a cave than a palace, dripping and moist, the only truly elegant thing is the throne of solid platinum and the bold dragon who sits upon it. Maximus, the Dragon King, Master of the 7 kingdoms of Luxandra, and Champion of the Sun Wars. My father. I have been waiting since I arrived last night, neither dismissed nor welcomed. The great blood dragon doesn't sleep at night, preferring to do his business by starlight and rest during the day. Some believe it is so he can be closer to his queen, who left two hundred years ago to reclaim her place as supreme queen of the heavens. Few know the truth.

That sly old fox. Couldn't blame him though. I had a knack for getting into trouble almost every time I left the house. The council had even once threatened to confiscate my talisman as punishment for breaking laws. Like I would ever let them. My talisman was an anklet with an emerald stone and strange insignia. Every registered vampire received a talisman from the council which enabled them to walk in sunlight without burning. Every council had a special witch to create talismans for the vampires they oversaw. I was different, I knew it. I never knew my mother. I was found in Lycan Woods by Tiberius who was hunting. Lycans and Vampires maintained a treaty, so far neither disrupted the peace

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

And I was to go to his side, I was to leave my home, my kingdom and go to his castle and face whatever he had in store for me. Because if I refused, he will burn my Kingdom to ashes. "Perhaps." I echoed, feeling the anxiety flow back into my chest. I have to be strong. Catherine lapsed into the silence and I stared into the distance till she finished doing my hair. "Dragons." They are terrifying creatures with untold power. Most of them had gone extinct by now, fighting amongst themselves. But those who had survived this long were not only strong but smart too. They possessed a different kind of power and they possessed everything they needed to survive the unthinkable and prosper in this wo

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows - a towering, omnipotent being known as the Celestial Architect, with skin that shimmered like the stars and wings that seemed to be crafted from the very fabric of reality. "Welcome, Dynaris," the Celestial Architect said, its voice like the music of the spheres. "I have been waiting for you. I am the guardian of the ancient dragon throne, and the keeper of the secrets of the universe." The Celestial Architect regarded us with a piercing gaze, then nodded its great head. "You have passed the trials and proven your worth. Now, you must face the final challenge: to claim the throne and unlock its secrets." With that, the Celestial Architect stepped

“Thank you, Princess Calista!” “It’s what I should do. Go quickly.” Calista said reluctantly, “I’ll wait for you and my sister to return.” “Okay.” Andrius nodded and, with a scream, quickly flew toward the battlefield. At the center of the battlefield, three unusually imposing Void Thunder Dragons surrounded a Void Thunder Dragon with a crown. There was no doubt that the three were the Dragon Kings and the one with the crown was Calista’s sister, Ophelia, who should have inherited the Dragon Emperor’s throne.

Olcan added, “Please do not treat this as a threat. Understand that my heart was broken when I realized my son was missing. He will be the rightful heir to the crown and is my only child.” Olcan was a wise and clever man; he knew that the dragon realm was not as powerful as it once was. All of the dragon descendants had lost their spirits, leaving only the royals who could still shift. The kingdom remained shielded due to their protection and Thorn’s deadly reputation. Olcan wanted to avoid direct conflict with the dragon prince. His priority was to find his son, and Thorn needed the antidote. If his son truly was taken by Remus, they would be at another disadvantage. He decided to let it go

He's proving to himself, to me, to the burning city that he is alive and he is King. I watch the fires flicker in the distance. Every thrust shakes me. Every groan vibrates through my spine. "I'm building it," he pants against my ear. "I'm building a kingdom. For him." His hand slides around to my stomach. He covers the bump. "He will never know fear," Drakon vows, thrusting deeper. "He will never know hunger. He will sit on a throne of ashes, Thalia. And he will rule." "Yes," I sob. "Yes."

Because he is a very unjust king, and the worst of all is that he presided over the throne after his assassination to his brother, his brother's wife, and their son, the crown prince He took advantage of the isolation of the Kingdom of Dragons, in order to establish his control over it He stood in front of the throne room, still exhaling indignation, the king had asked for his presence hours ago, and now he is only answering the call He was surprised that the guards were not present in this place, so he turned his head in despair, and moved to the door to push it. There was no one in the throne room, and this really surprised him. He moved to leave, but he stood still when he felt a slight v