
Sacred Flame: Bound to the Dragon Kings
After escaping the torment of an orphanage, you find yourself in the treacherous land of dragons, the most feared and ruthless creatures in existence. Each day, you eagerly anticipate the moment you can finally break free as an adult. Just when you thought you had caught a lucky break by landing a job in the palace, you quickly realize that your employers are none other than the Royal Trio - a trio of brothers who take pleasure in making your life a living nightmare.
But everything changes during the Trio's Grand Ceremony, a lavish event where dragons discover their fate and choose a mate. Will your life take a turn for the better, or will it spiral further into chaos as the Trio's attention shifts towards you? Prepare yourself for a thrilling tale of unexpected twists and turns as your tormentors and others set their sights on you.
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Chapter 4
Cassius
If my parents were still alive, I would question them as to why they felt that my brothers and I needed a nanny. Most of all, this pathetic lump of flesh that's sprawled out on my bedroom floor. Avery won't just disappear, no matter how hard I push. My brothers and I don't need her as our personal servant. We don't need a personal servant at all; we need our mates. But we won't be able to scent our mates until our Grand Ceremony. So until I can find my mate, I will enjoy making Avery's life a living hell.
She is on her hands and knees cleaning up the remnants of my breakfast. I push her face down on my carpet, "Lick it up like the pathetic lapdog you are. Lick every fucking drop!"
Avery
I need to just do as he says so I can get out of here as soon as possible. The longer that I am here, the more I must endure. As I am licking up the spilled liquid, I imagine it is jasmine tea. I love jasmine tea, as it is the only thing that brings me comfort and peace. Cassius isn't even watching me now; he's too busy texting one of his many girlfriends.
The Trio is immensely popular, especially with the mean girls, who all just happen to be cheerleaders. I can't wait to be old enough to leave this hellhole and never look back. I quickly soak up the remaining liquid with my dress and pile food over it. I also stack everything back onto the tray. I gather up my skirt and then the tray. I stand and bow, "All done, Your Highness. May I go now?" I kept my eyes down, not daring to look at his handsome face that hid the monster that he was.
Cassius put his finger under my chin. He was in his human form, but I still trembled at the thought that he could shift or release his dragon at any moment. "Open your eyes. Look at me!" he ordered. My eyes crept open. "Wider!" he yelled. I allowed my eyes to snap open. I saw one human blue eye and one red dragon eye staring back at me. His voice was gruff and laced with malice, the voice of his dragon, "We are to come first. If you ever put my brothers before us again, we will make you bleed."
I nodded in understanding, and he shoved me out the door. Using the servant stairs, I rushed to the kitchen and dumped the tray in the sink. The kitchen staff can clean it up later, because now, I need to change clothes before I am late for school. I put on a plain blue dress and rushed to school.
Salvation Academy is a school for all supernatural beings and the humans that serve them. The human world isn't aware that we exist, but some humans have been brought into the world of dragons. Those who have been tend to be servants and will never rise above that station. Unfortunately, even the humans want nothing to do with me, so I keep my head down and focus on my courses, biding my time until I can enact my plan to disappear after I graduate. If I could leave sooner, I would, but any who tried in the past was hunted down; the rest of their time here was made worse than the hell they tried to escape from. I was fortunate to have the Crown take pity on me and make me a servant in the palace, because had they not, I would have been beaten, imprisoned, and tortured until I was given a worse job.
My day was going by fast until it came time for Physical Education class. I have always hated PE, because I feel as if my bones would break or I get out of breath at the slightest exertion. I hate being weak, almost as much as I hate dragons. Momma J and Papa A are the only bright spots in that monstrous species. I go into the bathroom stall to put on my uniform. I can barely look at the scars the kids at the orphanage put there, so I don't want others to see them either. I don't need more problems, and I don't need to give others a reason to torment me even more.
Mrs. Kyer starts the introduction of what we will be doing for the next month. To my horror, it is cheerleading. As I was trying to push down the rising bile in my throat, Jessica, the cheer captain, and her two best friends, Heidi and Lenore, waltzed in. They were all peppy smiles, but their eyes boiled with hatred once they saw me. The three mean girl bitches think they don't own just Salvation, but the Trio, too. They despised me from the moment I became the Trio's personal assistant, and even more so since.
I died a bit inside when Mrs. Kyer turned the class over to the Hoity Hags. Jessica's grating voice echoed throughout the gymnasium, "Alright, before we even try to teach you all the basics, we need to know if you have the stamina to perform at the level I demand." My day has just gone from bad to worse.
Heidi pranced over to me like a prized gazelle. Her eyes bore into me, making me extremely nervous. While we are on campus, any shifting or use of magic is expressly forbidden unless it is part of a course requirement. Most students, especially the dragons, bend and even break those rules. Smacking me hard on the back of my head, Heidi cackled like the witchy bitch she is, "Start running."
I stumbled forward but luckily caught myself before I face-planted on the shiny hardwood floor. After being lapped a few times by a group of students, I slowed down even more. My lungs are burned, nd I felt like I am being stabbed with every breath that I took. The cheerleaders flanked me on all sides, "So worthless, can't even do a few laps," Lenore taunted. Heidi poked at me, "How is she not dead yet? Just roll over and die already." Jessica tripped me, and I fell hard to the floor, busting my lip. She laughs, "When I am queen, I will exterminate all vermin, starting with you."
I wanted to tell her off. I wanted to kick her legs out from under her, but I had no fight left in me. Each day was a struggle just to exist. When will enough be enough?
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8.0
I threw a latte on the most dangerous man in New York and lived to tell about it.
Dante Vitiello. The Capo dei Capi. A man rumored to cut out tongues for interrupting his dinner.
Instead of a bullet to the brain, he handed me a black card and a terrifying ultimatum.
"I need a fiancée," he told me, his eyes dead cold.
To save my failing journalism career and my life, I signed a contract with the devil.
I had to wear his massive diamond ring, smile for the cameras, and pretend to be the love of his life to stop a political mafia marriage.
The rules were clear: Absolute obedience. Total exclusivity. And absolutely no feelings.
But the performance started to feel dangerous.
When a rival Don insulted me at a gala, Dante didn't just play the part—he threatened to butcher him in front of three hundred people.
When I saw the jagged scars on his chest in the dead of night, I didn't see a monster; I saw a lonely protector.
My investigation was supposed to expose him, but I was the one getting stripped bare.
Then his cousin Rocco stormed in, calling me a disposable whore and a temporary pawn.
I stood my ground, defending not just myself, but Dante too.
Dante looked at me then, not as an asset, but as a woman he wanted to devour.
He stepped closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones.
"I think we are going to have a problem with the clause about 'no feelings'."

7.2
Aria was born with a fire in her soul a mysterious ember that hums with a power even she cannot control. Ordinary life was never meant for her, but when shadowed creatures rise from the Veiled Realm, kingdoms teeter on the edge of war, and an ancient prophecy stirs from the depths of forgotten magic, Aria discovers that her gift may be the only thing standing between life and annihilation.
As she struggles to master her abilities, Aria is thrust into a world of ruthless warlords, cunning sorcerers, and dark beasts that hunt from the shadows. Every ally she meets could be a traitor, every enemy may hold a secret, and every choice she makes carries the weight of a realm cloaked in mystery and danger.
Amid the chaos, a forbidden bond ignites with a warrior whose strength matches her own, a connection that could either become her greatest strength or her deadliest weakness. As love, betrayal, and destiny collide, Aria must confront the shadows of her past, embrace the power within her, and decide whether she will rise as the savior of the Veiled Realm or fall and let it burn.
Embers will flare. Secrets will awaken. And one girl's courage will shape the fate of a hidden world forever.

8.9
Ava Kidd just wanted to escape her abusive stepmother when she got drunk at a high-end club and stumbled into the wrong hotel room.
She woke up the next morning in a luxury penthouse, lying naked next to a terrifyingly handsome man covered in her scratch marks.
Recalling rumors of the hotel's secret underground concierge, she immediately assumed she had accidentally slept with an elite male escort.
Desperate to settle the bill, she offered him her only debit card with a pathetic $1,800.
But the man, who was actually Garrison Terry, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was deeply insulted by the cheap plastic.
He trapped her against the bed, coldly demanding a half-million-dollar service fee.
When Ava frantically offered her dead mother's tarnished locket as collateral, he cruelly dismissed it as worthless junk.
Ava was humiliated, her heart pounding with absolute terror.
She didn't understand why this arrogant gigolo was acting like a deranged extortionist, demanding a fortune from a broke girl who had clearly made a mistake.
Furious and refusing to cower, she sneaked out, put on his oversized designer shirt, and aggressively ate his $800 truffle breakfast.
Having no money left, she grabbed her cheap red lipstick, wrote a defiant IOU on his expensive linen napkin, and fled the hotel.
She thought she had escaped a criminal, but upstairs, the billionaire traced her lipstick-stained name with a predatory smile.
"Ava Kidd, I will absolutely find you."

7.7
I thought I was the luckiest Omega in the world when the Alpha of the New Moon Pack chose me.
I was pregnant with his heir, sleeping in his bed, believing the warmth I felt was love.
But then I found the medical report hidden in his desk.
"Subject: Scent Modulator. Dosage: High."
It wasn't a fated bond. It was a drug. He was chemically forcing me to love him.
My best friend dragged me to a restaurant window, and I watched him kiss my cousin, Olivia.
Through the glass, I heard the words that shattered my soul.
"Just a few more months," Ethan told her, caressing her hand. "Once the incubator drops the brat, we'll dispose of her. Then we raise the heir as ours."
I was never his Luna. I was livestock. A walking womb chosen for my bloodline compatibility because his mistress was barren.
My father had tried to warn me with his dying breath, but I had been too blinded by the synthetic scent to listen.
Grief threatened to kill me, but the White Wolf inside me woke up screaming for vengeance.
I went back to the house. I didn't pack a bag. I went straight to the kitchen and brewed a tea of Wolfsbane and Mugwort.
I drank it all, weeping as I felt the bond to the baby snap.
Then, I walked into our bedroom, left the divorce papers on his pillow, and whispered into the mind-link:
"I, Ava Miller, reject you, Ethan Cole, as my mate."
As he screamed in my head, I blocked him and walked into the rain.
He thought he broke a weak Omega. He didn't know he had just unleashed a White Wolf.

9.6
For ten long years, Gloria put up with Victor' Anderson's cold heart, his cheating, and the shame of being a wife he didn't want anymore all to protect their daughter, Annabel. Then one day, she snapped. "I want a divorce," she said. Victor laughed at her, like a cruel joke. To him, Gloria was nothing without his name, his money, his control. Her family depended on him for survival. She came from poor roots and would go back to nothing. "You'll come crawling back," he said with a mean smile. "You always do." But this time, she didn't. With no money, no job skills, and a child to care for, Gloria left her fancy life for a hard, unknown world. She promised to start over, no matter how tough it got. The real world was dark and cruel. Jobs turned her away. Money ran out. Bills piled up. Fear for Annabel's future choked her like a tight grip. In her desperation, she went to the one man she knew was dangerous Lukas Anderson. Victor's younger stepbrother. He was a rich boss, a famous womanizer, a man who broke hearts as easy as he signed deals. For years, he had wanted Gloria, staring at her body, dreaming of her in secret ways. Helping her was simple. Owning her? Even better. "You need money. I need you," he whispered, his voice low and tempting, his hands brushing her skin. "Work for me... and I'll give you what your husband never did. Safety. Power. And pleasure you can't imagine." Now Gloria is stuck between two bad men: the husband who broke her... and the stepbrother who wants to take her body and soul in a storm of dark, hungry sex.

7.2
I was dying in a rusted warehouse, paralyzed in a wheelchair while the man I loved and my own stepsister watched with smiles on their faces. The air smelled of old oil and damp concrete, and my vision was fading into a milky haze.
Dillon, the man I’d sacrificed everything for, smoothed his custom suit and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear, lethal neurotoxin. Beside him, my stepsister Bianca toyed with my mother’s sapphire ring—the one they’d just pried off my hand while I was too weak to even make a fist.
She leaned in and whispered that my father’s trust fund was already offshore and that they’d sent my husband, Kade, to the wrong coordinates to ensure he’d only find my corpse. Dillon slid the needle into my vein with the chilling efficiency of a man who had done this before.
"This will stop your heart in thirty seconds," he said, sounding as bored as if he were explaining a tax form. Ice flooded my chest, and my lungs seized, fighting for oxygen that wasn't there. As the warehouse lights blurred into white streaks, an explosion echoed in the distance. Kade had come for me, but he was too late.
I died staring at the ceiling, my heart giving one last violent kick of pure, unadulterated hatred. I had been such a fool, believing Dillon’s lies and running away from the only man who actually cared for me. I died with a single thought: if I ever get another chance, I will drag you both to hell with me.
Then, there was nothing. And then, there was air.
I sat up gasping, my silk pajamas drenched in cold sweat. The rusted beams were gone, replaced by a vaulted ceiling and the glittering Manhattan skyline. I grabbed the digital clock on the nightstand—it was five years ago, the exact night I first tried to run away with Dillon.
The bedroom door slammed against the wall, and Kade Mullen stood in the doorway, looking dangerous, furious, and very much alive. I looked at my shaking hands, then at the man I had once hated. This time, I wasn't going to run. I was going to make sure Dillon and Bianca lost everything.