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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. MoonBound: The Gamma's Captive 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!

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Chapter 35 - Creatures Of The Sea

The Dragon’s Realm (The Main Hideout)

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Nyka stumbled into this section of the cave, the sword she had in her hand, dragging against the cage floor and laced with dried-up blood, just as her clothes were stained with the red liquid in too many places than she could count. Her wild curly red hair had managed to slip out of the tight hold she had put it in during the battle. Her fangs extended over her lips, her claws long and sharp. Each breath she took was heavy and filled with rage.

There had been an attack in one of their hideouts today, if not for the help that she had received, they would have lost more people than they did.

More than they would even be able to count.

It was like an ambush.

The White King must be finding them more than just a mere inconvenience now. He was paying them more attention than he usually would.