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The Dragon King's Chosen Bride

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. __ Want to give me more inspiration? Weekly Goals. 15 golden tickets - 1 bonus chapter. 200 power stones - 1 bonus chapter. ((Please help me meet them, thank you!)) Please check out my other books. 1. Stealing The Alphas' Soul (In a competition, please support). 2. Mated To The King Of Darkness 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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420 Chs

Chapter 134 - Punishing Flames

Trigger warning: A little physical violence. Death too, maybe.

"I touched her! Did everything you would ever imagine and she loved it." He yelled, pulling against the chains that bounded him and making no progress.

Someone had hit him from behind earlier and he had passed out. His head was aching and his whole body was in pain from how tightly the chains hugged his skin.

He had woken up to see himself in a dungeon and soon afterward, he had been dragged here.

Into this dark, empty, place. The only light was the torch in the King's hand that reflected on his golden mask.

"She screamed my name. Told me she wished I was you and she didn't have to pretend to tolerate you just so you wouldn't kill her. You monster!" He struggled to stand up from the laying position they had pushed him into.

It was uncanny to watch the King so still in front of him, his mask putting him at a great disadvantage in gauging his reaction to his words.

Did he believe him?