Throne Of The Dragon King Novels & Stories

He smiled, “Awesome, sis.” In a matter of minutes, a song started playing and the hall doors opened, revealing Prince Aidinth and Princess Chloe walking down the aisle, arm-in-arm. I gasped at her long, gold gown with a long golden veil which flowed behind them. When they reached the front, they both stood in front of the elder as he began, “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here this evening to crown your new king and queen. Although King Uther was the best king in our history, he left a very worthy heir. Prince Aidinth was raised in his father’s image and has already proven to be very capable. He has already proven himself to be a brave and compassionate leader, just as his father was.

Fenris was calming down, simply because I was in the room. Beside the throne stood Beta Thorne, Draken’s trusted right hand. Thorne was a huge man, his face had scars from a dozen wars, his arms crossed over his chest with an expression of pure, unyielding loyalty to his King. Draken’s jaw clenched, but he didn't break eye contact as Kael led me to the center of the stone floor, stepping back to take his place beside the throne.

"Before you leave and we do not meet again, it is essential to know that the gem must not be moved from its place. Its sitting base is connected to the core of the Earth that charges it to produce its power. As well, its position is momentous for specific constellations that are created to the universe. If it leaves its place, you have to know that the wishes you have just fulfilled will cease to exist at the same time, and the necklace light will go out. I fulfilled my purpose, and now I will leave. By this instant, I am not any longer the keeper of the gem. From now on, you will have to decide how to keep it safe here, in the place it belongs. It is your responsibility now. " "I understand

Selene dropped to one knee, raising her armored forearm to shield her eyes from the blinding, suffocating blast of dragon heat. "My King!" she called out over the roar of the flames. I stood at the edge of the high drop, my black wings beating against the storm clouds, blowing the falling snow back up toward the sky. My molten-gold eyes burned with a monstrous, apocalyptic hunger. For three hundred years, I had ruled these jagged mountains through fear, blood, and iron. I had burned whole kingdoms to dust and erased royal bloodlines without feeling a shred of pity. I did not care about peace. I did not care about the laws of men or the decrees of holy gods.

That island, only visible to the eyes of supernaturals, was the kingdom of Boris, the dragon king of the south, and his clan. There were forests that lined the beautiful beaches all around the island. In the center of the island, amazing gardens and many houses, where the dragon clan families lived. There were training grounds for the different species of dragons and, at the center of it all, a magnificent palace, made of stone and crystal, which shone in all its splendor under the rays of the sun. Boris was a benevolent king, loved by his clan, and, of the 4 Dragon Kings existing in the world, certainly the most respected. The old dragon king of the world, had no heirs, and everyone was bet

This situation was so complex that they had to call in the Master, that is, their heavenly doctor, breaking his decade-long meditational retreat. An urgent message was sent to the ruling dragon king ,husband to the woman in labor.He was fighting at the borders. He was widely known for his bravery and courage. With his wide-spread expeditions and expertise, the dragon kingdom was able to reach its farthest trenches, unifying lands that nobody had ever dreamed of annexing. He was a true namesake—a versatile, fearsome dragon named Draco.

**** Kingdom Of Dragons: Landing gracefully near his palace, Jorkallun waited until Sarah had jumped off his back before he transformed into his human form, fully clothed. Sarah looked at everywhere in awe as she saw various colors and sizes of Dragons flying above them. Taking Sarah's hand in his large ones, he lead her straight into the palace towards the throne where he knew his father would be. They were greeted by the guards as they made their way to the throne room. His father, Vermitrax, was there sitting down and discussing with their Dragon general when they entered the throne room. Vermitrax dismissed the general when he saw the look his son gave to him.

They all welcomed him with a round of applause. "The Two Tower masters ; Darrow May and Jamila Jez." They also clapped. "The Eleven Vampire elders!" "The Six Dragon elders!" "His Royal Highness, king Zack Of the Dragon Kingdom and His Royal Highness king Dur Of the vampire Kingdom!" "Her Royal Majesty, Queen Ann of the Vampire Kingdom" (The mother of the twelve dragons. The Queen of the Dragon Kingdom has gone on an eternal slumber, after she gave birth to her twelve dragons.)

THE ATLANTIC THRONE: TWO HOURS LATER We didn't land. We were pulled. The Thorne-17 was caught in a tractor-beam of pure gravity, dragging us toward the obsidian throne rising out of the waves. Around the structure, the ocean was boiling, steam rising in thick, violet clouds. As we hit the landing bay, the doors hissed open. A legion of Kingslayers stood waiting, but they weren't the white-obsidian drones of the Council. These were "Primal" Kingslayers—creatures of raw shadow and ancient gold, their armor forged from the very first mercury-veins of the earth.

And I did not know that across a thousand miles of mountain and darkness and ancient sky, in a palace built from black stone and dragon fire, a king who had not felt anything in over a century had just sat up straight on his throne. His golden eyes had snapped open. His dragon, silent for longer than most civilizations had existed, had just lifted its head. And for the first time in three hundred years King Zaron felt something. He did not yet know her name. But his dragon did.