Dragon Throne Novels & Stories

If that's the case, wasn't she showing up in my life right now a risk move too? “ It's time to reclaim the Lost glory of the dragons and what better way than to have the princess descend the throne?"

“Debt. Memory. Potential. You broke hierarchy now shape what replaces it.” --- Araya — The New Throne The black flame pulsed, then breathed. Ash swirled and fused bone white lines veined in gold and shadow rising into a seat from ruin. Fresh runes inked themselves along its base, whispering in a new tongue. Dorian’s light caught its edge in a clean halo. “It’s alive.” “It’s listening.” Nyxara prowled, tail lashing. Every throne waits for a name. Give it none. Make it guess.

If she perished, then so too did the only bridge between dragons and men he could still imagine. He returned to Qombinia bearing two corpses: King Rhaedon’s broken armor and Queen Lythissa’s sunstone crown. The court lowered its eyes, for the last remnant of mercy in their king drained away like blood from a mortal wound. Drakonios swore before the Obsidian Flame: I will scourge every realm that raised arms this day. I will make ashes of their palaces and dust of their names. And so the old, kind Drakonios vanished, replaced by the merciless monarch known in whispers as the Heartless King.

he blurted. "War?" My head angled to the side. "Two thousand years after Irun's death, there was a prophecy about an upcoming war. A war to stake the claim for the pyramid of Goras. I once told you I was not the only dragon king, did I not?" I nodded. "Yeah. You said something about the Red Dragon King and Queen."

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

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.

“What did you do to me?” “The Crown of Shadows is what Thalan is really seeking,” Queen Myela responds. “It is more than just a symbol of power; it’s part of an important legacy. The Crown of Shadows can only be gifted to a single shadow dragon; essentially, it gives you dominance over any shadow drake. The legend says you could control all the others with a thought or a well-spoken word.” “That’s more power than any dragon should have,” I shake my head, as if the crown now engraved into my flesh could simply fall off. “I don’t want it. I just want to find my way back to Primus and my children. This is more than I ever asked for.”

The one in front spoke, his voice deep and devoid of emotion. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I was afraid they could hear it. The warrior lifted his hand and immediately, servants entered behind them carrying large wooden chests. “These are gifts sent by Prince Draven for his bride.” He said. My eyes widened as they lifted the lids. Lisa gasped, even mother took a step back. Inside the chests were bars of gold, jewels, rubies the size of eggs, strings of flawless black pearls, and golden artifacts that looked older than our entire kingdom. Everything practically screamed how wealthy and powerful their master was. But it didn't feel like a beautiful gesture.