Dragon Throne 소설 & 이야기

From Andrew's angle, he could even see the intricate mortise-and-tenon joints along its edges. Chantelle quickly said, "During the Fallen Crimson Dynasty, foreign safes, firearms, and cannons had already been introduced to our country." Andrew nodded, his gaze sweeping across the lake to the very front of the palace's central axis. Step by step, white marble stairs with jade railings led upward to a golden dragon throne with five fire-breathing dragons as its backdrop. On the throne sat a lifelike figure. Andrew's first impression was that it was alive—a living person. However, after careful observation, he realized it was a mannequin with facial features pain

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

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

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.

"It is time Liora learns that the dragon protecting her is the son of the man who stole her father's throne." Liora's true identity was not merely that of a hacker's daughter, but the rightful heir to the empire currently ruled by the Thorne family. END OF CHAPTER 73..

He chuckled. “Thought you choose the design,” he said. “I did, but the trolls decided to spice it up,‘’ I said. Silver throne is shaped like a wolf. I chose the design, and the trolls did as I said, but they made the wolf look vicious and not to talk about using pure gold to design it. The worst part is they decorated it with gemstones. Trolls are great at designing thrones and crowns. That is basically what they do and you can’t even imagine how expensive his throne is. Anybody who gets this throne is forever going to be rich, so that is why it’s enchanted. If anybody tries to steal it, I can only imagine what will happen to them.

Secondly,the silver throne,situated right handed besides the golden throne meant for Luna's alone,mom has that all wrapt beneath her possession. And finally, the bronze throne,aquincted to the alphas offsprings,either male or female. It's obviously the least and smallest amongst the trio throne and being two sons, double bronze thrones appear situated besides the golden throne,one directly besides it's left and the other situated on it's right after the silver decorated throne. "Hurry up brother,much are yet to be settled" Drake chuckles,once again pulling me outta the dumb imaginary world. "Am sorry,I really am sorry" I openly apologise before heading to my bronze throne rightly situated be

Dragons. Not the gentle, myth-bound creatures she had read about in the hidden library of her childhood, but beasts forged in flame and shadow, chained by oaths older than any crown. Their roars shattered stone, their firestorms turned fields into glass. And at their center, gliding as if he ruled the storm, was Thalric Veynor. The duke had broken his final mask. No longer the scheming noble with whispered threats, he was commander of a dragon host, his armor gleaming blood-red in the inferno.

“Let them feel it. The war has already begun. I plan to marry Irmak and, through her, control the throne of FeWard. Her father, the king, is being slowly poisoned by your hand, Malachar. When he dies, I will be the regent. And if Irmak resists… well, a pyre cleanses a witch’s reputation very well.” General Draven slammed his fist on the table, more restrained than his lord. “My lord, the twin dragons are not mere monsters. Ancient reports say they are the sons of one of the Great Ancestral Dragons. If we provoke them openly, we may be bringing destruction upon the entire kingdom.” Vortigern turned to him with contempt. “Then we will destroy them first. Malachar, you said you have a plan.” Th