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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

(COMPLETED) What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it? *** Note - This novel contains mature content. - Cover isn't mine. Full credit to the artist. Should they require that I take it down, I will. Please check out my other books. 1. The Alphas' Chaos, The King's Forbidden 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness (COMPLETED) 3. Dangerously Yours Till Eternity. Also, please check out "MOANSTERS // Reverse Harem" if you are interested in Reverse Harem stories. Thank you!

Phinix · Fantasy
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#POSSESSIVE
#HISTORICAL
#DRAGON
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Chapter 34 - An Untruthful Truth

She had to wake up!

She had to do that right now.

Now would be a good time, Raquel!

But it looked like Raquel wouldn't be coming to her rescue anytime soon.

Then she remembered.

The blindfold!

She yanked it off immediately.

Then she dropped to her kneels, the terrible ache that had crossed her head the first time she had attempted to see his face, taking total control over her.

Pain.

It was all she could feel.

Crashing images.

It was all she could see.

When she opened her eyes once again, it was to daylight.

She had never been so delighted to see that almost blinding sunlight that creeped in through the window in her life.

She threw the covers aside, then rushed to the mirror.

There was a cut on her bottom lip, at the same spot that had happened in the dream, the ceramic was still in her hand too, blood at the tip and edges.

Her blood... his blood?