All Carnelia Majere wants is to live happily ever after with her handsome Dragon Prince, Primus. To grow old watching their children grow. But the universe has other plans. Torn from the loving embrace of her mate, and leaving her children behind, Carnelia is forced into slavery by her twisted sisters Lyra, Cosima, and Nova, who use her as a weapon to defeat the dragons who have enslaved their people and killed their parents--Primus' kingdom! Hated as a traitor to her people, Carnelia's life becomes irreversibly changed when she is placed on the Southern throne as the Sun Queen, the sworn enemy of her mate's nation. Difficult choices await her as she and her prince as they find themselves in separate parts of the world on opposite sides of a brewing war. But despite the odds, a love like theirs cannot be denied. Even if it means burning down the world to bring them back together again. THIS IS THE THIRD and FINAL BOOK in the DRAGON PRINCE series which also includes "Sacrificed to The Dragon Prince" and "Reclaiming My Beloved Dragon Prince" .
View More[Carnelia]The water clock on the wall drips quietly, marking the moments that pass in the otherwise quiet place that was once a grand palace. My cheek is cold and damp as I inhale the scent of mold, the sodden carpet under my hand barely retaining its shape as I brush my fingertips against it.When did I fall asleep? How am I here, in this place when just a moment ago I was....Where was I?"Look, she's awake," I hear Lyra's voice as she walks around my exposed body. "She didn't die after all."She doesn't sound pleased. If anything she sounds extremely disappointed that I somehow survived whatever torture it was she had just subjected me to. Knowing her, it was especially painful.Thank the gods I can't remember it. Whatever it was, my skin feels fresh, raw, and warm. Reaching over, to touch my other hand, I can feel that my skin is not blistered as I'd expect, but smooth and unbelievably soft, not unlike the touch of my own children when they first took their human form."We are ble
[Carnelia]"Liar," I hiss into Nova's ear as she bends down to place the shining crown upon my head. "You don't care if I live or die.""I never said that I did," she sighs. "Only that I'd gladly take your place if I could. It is an honor to die for this cause. I'm willing to give my life if it means freedom for our people." She pauses biting her lip she closes her eyes. "I'm sorry, I know you don't feel the same way, but I hope you know that your sacrifice will mean the world to us." she exhales. "I just hope you can forgive us."I want to spit at her, to growl and tell her what a foul beast these three drakaina are, but as soon as my mouth opens, a large disk of clear stone with inlaid gold wire in intricate webbing is placed between my teeth while a pair of spectacles with the same stone is placed just over my eyes. It is translucent enough to see through but everything is now blurred in milky white fog. Like the crown, the sensation is cool and smooth, almost calming.Nova's uniqu
[Primus]I wake with a start, forced from the dream of my mate beneath me by a cold hand pulling me back, grasping my flesh, and yanking me into the darkness. As I blink awake, the shadows seem deeper somehow. When I squint, I can almost make out a silhouette. Someone is watching me. Someone who doesn’t think I can see them based on the brazen way they stand in the center of the room, shadows seeming to stem away from him in every direction as if crafted from these very same shadows. My eyes trace the edges of darker shapes within the swirling vortex of night in my room. I can feel Carnelia’s despair through the link in our rings, faint but still reaching me across continents. I want so badly to close my eyes and rejoin her, to ignore this intruder and go back to sleep. But to rejoin her would mean leaving myself vulnerable. Whomever this is, they can mold the shadows around themselves like a cloak. I have only ever seen one other person do something similar, and he was the king of
[Carnelia]The march to my death is long and slow. We exit the dining room to stand at the beginning of a long corridor lined with bodies, each one standing to attention, gazing at me with hopeful eyes, whispering the words “savior” and “messiah” in the ancient tongue of the sun dragon as an ancient, musty robe of gold fabric embroidered with shining suns is placed on my shoulders. The cloth has been carefully cleaned, but like everything else in this palace, it is slightly marred, gently tattered, and tarnished around the edges.I’m supposed to feel a kinship with these people who have faced so much but still stand tall and straight, with skin in colors ranging from tan to mahogany. And while I see a similarity between us, I know I am not one of them, not really. I haven’t lived through the same trials and adversity. While I feel for them and their plight, I am not one of them, something I am reminded of every day by the drakaina who calls me sister, but only to mock me, teaching me
[Ona]Ah, it’s time.FinallyThe crisp sound of two eggs rolling into one another as they rattle in their nest makes my heart race as I sit up straight, wrapping my tail around them. I’ve never been this close to hatchlings. Even when Carnelia hatched her eggs, I was in the next room.This is even more special because these are my babies—children who almost didn’t make it into the world—and my very last clutch. I will never lay another egg again. The ability was taken from me with my womb at the birth of these little ones. We all almost died. If it weren’t for my daughter-in-law’s advanced skills in medicine, we would have all died.I’ll never be able to repay her for the opportunity to experience this moment. Not in a thousand centuries.My hands dance along the hard yet brittle shells of my little ones and I watch in joy and amazement as little lights within shine in response--Three new celestial dragons, each one unique, curled up inside their temporary confinement, their small talo
[Carnelia]"I'm here," warm arms wrap around me and I'm surrounded by my mate's musky scent. "Oh Gods, Carnelia, I miss you.""Then miss me closer," I purr, bringing his lips to mine in a crash of teeth. We open to one another and our bodies melt together as the darkness becomes more real, the two of us creating a world around us, as our joined thoughts recreate the world where we wish to be.And tonight, that world is my bedroom back in Ridgewood Castle."Of all places," I laugh as Primus lifts me in his arms. "I thought you'd pick the beach this time.""Oh, but we've done the beach," he smirks playfully. "Tonight, I wanted the chance to bring you home."He lies me down on the bed and I'm already naked before him. There's no need for clothing when you are living inside of a dream. In a heartbeat he is lying atop me, his forked member finding its home as I open wider in every way."Primus!" I scream as he finds his home within my center and I grasp the space between his wings with my s
My body freezes and I look at the three of them, my sisters, their eyes glowing as the colors swirl within like captured star fire. The joy in their expressions is palatable, filling the room as they look to me as a new hope as if everything rests on my shoulders.“It will be glorious,” Cosima exalts, holding her arms up in prayer, “Once the celestial fire burns through you, everything will become clear. You will see the words now written, and hear the song once known.”Seeing my confused face, Nova places a gentle hand on top of mine, “Don’t worry, Sister, you can survive the change. You are just the right type.”I look at Lyra, who smirks slyly as she holds the secret of what is to come close to her chest like a new babe. Of the three, she was the most likely to tell me the truth--if only to make me miserable with anticipation and fear.That she hasn’t said a word speaks volumes about her intentions. Whatever it is they have in store isn’t just a simple coronation.The rest of the r
“Dela’h Nove!, Dela’h Solvei! Talame Talame!”Blonde afros bow before me, their dark faces and golden-scaled hides gleaming in the harsh sun of mid-day, the lush canopy overhead providing as much heat and moisture as it provides shade. I am unfamiliar with this climate. I may been conceived here, my nest made of briars my mother gathered, but I was not hatched here, I was not raised to handle the humidity of my home continent. “It is a good thing they don’t know how you suffer, Talame,” My sister Lyra hisses in the Luxandrian tongue, a habit she has when she wants to insult me and doesn’t want the locals to understand, using their word for “messiah” only to appease their ideas of formality and respect. “Would they still call you their sweet savior if they knew you had more in common with the devils in the sky?”She grabs my chin and forces me to look up at the branches above us, to remind me of her true meaning. They call the Luxandrians the “devils of the earth, the devils of the
[Carnelia]I had always wanted to see the world. I never thought it would be chained to the deck of a ship, as a human slave.My sisters, in their infinite mercy, thought it best for me to travel this way--collared and cuffed, iron around my ankles and wrists forcing my head and back to be bowed in submission as is the way with royal slaves. Covering me in rags and a cape of course cloth, nobody notices the technology around my neck, forcing me to maintain this unnatural state.Stuck in my human form, nobody recognizes me as the celestial Queen Carnelia Majere. I am simply "Stella."It has been three weeks of back-breaking misery since we left Elfholm. Since then I haven't had a single moment of peace. My sisters meant to break me, to force me into grateful service, and when pain didn't work, they tried humiliation. Like a common human captured to become a pet of a royal dragon, I am transported in shackles, my neck forced into an unnatural angle as too-short chains bind my neck and a
[Carnelia]I had always wanted to see the world. I never thought it would be chained to the deck of a ship, as a human slave.My sisters, in their infinite mercy, thought it best for me to travel this way--collared and cuffed, iron around my ankles and wrists forcing my head and back to be bowed in submission as is the way with royal slaves. Covering me in rags and a cape of course cloth, nobody notices the technology around my neck, forcing me to maintain this unnatural state.Stuck in my human form, nobody recognizes me as the celestial Queen Carnelia Majere. I am simply "Stella."It has been three weeks of back-breaking misery since we left Elfholm. Since then I haven't had a single moment of peace. My sisters meant to break me, to force me into grateful service, and when pain didn't work, they tried humiliation. Like a common human captured to become a pet of a royal dragon, I am transported in shackles, my neck forced into an unnatural angle as too-short chains bind my neck and a...
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