Throne Of The Dragon King Novels & Stories

Gloria’s POV From the edge of the collapsing forest, Gloria watched him break. Watched the dragon boy scream himself hoarse against a sky that had already decided its victor. And she smiled. Because she knew the truth. Sierra wasn’t gone. Not yet. She had been claimed. The air split once more, fire opening like a curtain, and Gloria sank to her knees as the figure emerged fully. Vorath Kane. Dragon King. Ruler of ruin. Father of shadows. His wings unfurled behind him, dripping darkness like rivers. His eyes, molten gold, burned holes into the night. The very ground shook under his presence.

For love is fierce when bonds run deep, And dragon hearts no cage can keep. Let kingdoms fall and empires break, The Dragon Thief will rise, awake. Ryuki ‘Feeling smug, are we?’ Bynjym asks me. ‘Says the dragon who is currently wrapped around his queen,’ I retort. 'I’d say my plan worked.’ ‘YOUR plan? What plan was that?’ I ask.

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.

“Mare, you are a gift from the gods. You are the chosen one, sent to save us from our sufferings. Use your gifts and your opportunities wisely.” “I am the king’s slave, how can I possibly save my people when I myself live in a golden prison?” One of his hands dropped from her face to her belly. “I have heard talks about dragon kings of the past and how they ruled 6 kingdoms. The blood of the dragon kings runs within your veins. Give birth to dragons, seize the throne, unite the 6 kingdoms, and rule. We will call you Dragon Queen sitting on a throne forged from steel by fire.” He sounded lost in his imagination and in his eyes, Mare could see her foolish dreams as a child. She on a horse albe

"Yeah. You said something about the Red Dragon King and Queen." "Yes. And their kingdom has the upper hand against mine due to the fact that they have a king and queen. A dragon king's power is not complete without his queen by his side. They would have attacked me if it wasn't for the fact that the stars made a golden rule. No member of the kingdom was to come into combat of any form against the other." My chest tightened with this revelation. So this was why he wanted me to find my memories and rule by his side? Power?

“The Drakon rules over the affairs of all dragons and is responsible for ensuring the peace among humans, demi-humans, and beasts with the dragons. There is however one rule which every Drakon dragon on the throne must obey. “A Drakon can be challenged for the throne by another dragon with a royal bloodline especially when the current Drakon has failed to fulfill his duties to the kingdom and it is called Monarch battle. That battle is overseen by the council of Elders of the dragons so that the contest would be fair. Even dragon relatives or nephews can challenge the kingship as long as he or she has dragon royal blood. If the Drakon loses the battle, the victor becomes king Drakon automati

The walls of the cavern were embedded with raw, uncut diamonds and rubies the size of human skulls, catching the ambient light and turning the cavern into a twisted, glittering cathedral. At the very center of this unimaginable wealth, sitting casually upon a massive throne carved from pure gold and the fossilized bones of an ancient leviathan, was Aurelius. The Dragon King didn't look like a monster backed into a corner. He looked like a god waiting for his worshippers. He was still in his human form, the dark, liquid-like fabric draped over his lower half, his pale, scarred chest exposed. His molten silver eyes locked onto me the moment we entered, completely ignoring the towering, furious

The throne room spins before my eyes so badly as I am jacked up and dragged towards the doors, my bare feet scraping against the floor. I twist, fight, kick around, but it’s no use. Andessa is disposing me away to die not just anywhere. But in Drakarith. At the hands of Azraelyrs Vasileios, the ruthless Dragon King who rules over dragons. A callous barbarian King rumored and famous for his merciless slaughter of those who dare cross him. My father is dead. Sabrina is dead. And soon, I might be too.

Some of the gifts are too unique and too huge to fit in carriages, like the stunning mysterious creatures on leash. It's astonishing to see carriages bearing the unmistakable emblem of the great Dragon Kingdom also in the line of carriages delivering precious gifts to the palace. King Draco has never been known to submit to any royal. He rules his kingdom with fearsome magic and his people worship him like a god. Yet he too has sent tributes to appeal the Princes. The gifts have been arriving throughout the past five days ever since word got out that the eye of Elowen's crown has awakened.

The Imperial Palace. The Throne Room. Noon. The Dragon Throne sat atop a dais of black marble. It was a monstrosity of gold and rubies, shaped like a coiled serpent. For three hundred years, only the Thornes had sat there. Today, the doors opened for a new bloodline. Vespera walked down the long red carpet. Her boots—still muddy from the battlefield—left dark prints on the pristine wool. She wore her black riding leathers, her heavy cloak billowing behind her like a storm cloud.