webnovel

The Dragon King's Pet

Elysia's life is shattered when a devastating fire claims her parents. Seeking refuge with her only remaining family, her uncle, she is betrayed and sold to slave traders. Her fate seems sealed when the Dragon lord buys her, but Elysia is determined to escape. On the run and desperate, Elysia crosses path with the Dragon King, Azrael—a powerful and ruthless king, known for his strength, dominance and power. With nowhere else to turn, Elysia pleads for his protection, offering anything in return. Intrigued by her cournage, Azrael makes a bold choice.... he claims her as his pet. As time goes by, a forbidden attraction begins to bloom between them. But just as passion ignites, a dangerous secret is revealed that threatens to shatter everything they’ve built Meanwhile, in the shadows of Valeria, a powerful enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. --- EXCERPT --- Azrael’s gaze burned into Elysia, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he closed the distance between them. His fingers, firm but teasing, gripped her waist, pulling her against his body. “Do you know what happens to those who defy me, little pet?” His voice was low, dripping with dark amusement. He leaned down, his lips hovering just above hers, close enough for her to feel his breath but not close enough to touch. “They beg.”Elysia’s pulse quickened, her breath catching as her body betrayed the fear melting into something far more dangerous. Her lips parted, but no words came out. "You're mine, Elysia, I will burn the world for you." She heard him say in a low growl, making her legs tremble more.

amyxoxo_ · Fantaisie
Pas assez d’évaluations
219 Chs

A Dance?

"She is suffering from hallucinations, Your Majesty, this is caused by the poison. I am afraid the poison is spreading faster than expected." Samuel explained, his voice low and calm.

"Will it continue?" Azreal asked.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will add that it will only get worse from now on, and if the antidote isn't administered soon, she will die." Samuel said.

"Do what you must to slow down the poison, Sevastian will return with the antidote tomorrow." Azreal assured.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

---

The cold breeze brushed their faces as they rode through the thick trees of the village, the gloomy atmosphere adding to the eerieness of the village. The hooves of the horses slamming against the ground as they sped through the forest.

Sevastian pulled the reigns of his black horse to slow the animal, after noticing a building not too far from where they stood.