Throne Of The Dragon King Novels & Stories

Chapter 179: The Final Battle Begins THORNE'S POV Blackwood Ruins looked like absolute shit even from half a mile away. I could see that ritual circle glowing green like some kind of sick nightlight, and just looking at it made my stomach turn. The whole place felt wrong, dark magic so thick in the air I could taste it. "Three thousand warriors," the Dragon King said beside me, looking way too calm for what we were about to do. "This is the largest coordinated assault in centuries."

He reeked of power, both magic and strength, and although I've never met him before, I knew he must be one of the kings, coming to pay his last respects to Dad. Annabelle let out an inaudible gasp, her posture tensing and she skirted towards the end of the line, away from me. Without saying a word, I knew that this is the one her grandmother had made the blood oath to, her fiancé, the Dragon King. "His Royal Highness, King Ahsan Taniyn, ruler to the Kingdom of Draconia," Jughead announced formally as the king ascended the palace steps. "Welcome, King Ahsan." We shook hands and I introduced him to my mother, who was standing next to me.

Then, my Sisters in the priesthood filed away, none of them looking back to me. I took a deep breath, and knelt before the mouth of the dragon's cavern, arranging some of the treasure around my legs. He had to accept the entire sacrifice, or his fury would consume the people. He was a dangerous Master, but when he was pleased, the island of Drachonia (even the island's name sang His praises!) flourished.

The Hybrid King will have his heir or even heirs and he will be nowhere in the line next to the throne. On one hand, Draga, upon return to the Castle found out that her dragon mate is the Duke. She found a way to be accepted by him, by promising help to kill Gerthel and the unborn baby in her womb. However, the Hybrid King found out the plan of Duke and Draga. To save the whole kingdom from the wrath of the Duke, the Hybrid King made a decision to challenge the Duke to a one-on-one dragon battle in the sky. So, while sitting on his throne, he summoned the presence of the Duke.

∞∞∞ The throne room still stank of ash and blood. Once a jewel of architecture, the high-arched ceiling now bore soot scars from dragonfire. Half the stained glass had melted, leaving jagged holes where sunlight poured in without mercy. The dais had been stripped bare; her father’s throne replaced with nothing but a carved obsidian slab. And he sat atop it like he had always belonged there. The Dragon Warlord. He didn’t wear a crown. He was one.

In the shape of a starfish, the necklace held a blue stone in the middle. “Just because I am a siren, doesn’t mean I am powerless on land,” he chuckled. “Black Dragon, Odessa, the Atlantean Kingdom gives many thanks for destroying the second-in-command of the rogue army. We hope for you both to visit one day. My father, King Girard, has many gifts dragons would find priceless.” Creed remained expressionless, looking Thalamere in the eye. “Thank you, Prince Thalamere. That is most gracious of you.” I spoke for the both of us. Creed’s tight hold let go, pulling me up to his forehead.

“And what have you accomplished on your journey?” She looked up then and said, “I have made an alliance with the dragon king, helped reclaim the Heart of Magic from the King of Beelzanborg, and overthrown an evil dictator.” Nya was proud of everything she’d helped Slate achieve. “Father, King Zar of Frindom, may I present to you King Slate of… the dragons.” “King Slate of Dracu,” he corrected, stepping forward. The two kings greeted one another and exchanged a handshake. “I apologize for your daughter’s lengthy absence. I needed her assistance in reclaiming the Heart of Magic.”

“Elara, no child can tame a dragon. Dragons are rare. Most people never even see one.” Liora crossed her arms and looked at Auren with disdain. “And how old is this child? Why is he so small?” “Elara, even if you are angry with Lucian, you should have raised his child properly. You cannot neglect him like this.” “My son is not Lucian’s child.” I looked at them coldly. “He can ride dragons because his father is Kael Drakon, the Supreme Dragonlord.” “And I am Kael Drakon’s wife.”

Rex's POV I lay on my bed, thinking of fear which concerned the welfare of my kingdom. I was the next heir to the throne. I had to come up with a solution that would benefit my clan. The Demon lord had been reborn, We had tried using our dragon's magic to protect the younger dragons, but we needed to train them Into warriors. The dragon riders too were too little to undergo training. Ten years was too little to achieve all this. " Rex, I will be right back," Drogo said, connecting to me through the kind link. I could feel the connection between us, she felt tense. " What's wrong?" I couldn't help but ask.

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be