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 6
Cassius
My professors must hate me, because out of all of the students that I could be paired with, Mr. Chen chose Avery. Thanks to my parents, I see her enough at home, and now I have to put up with her here at school, too. She never belonged here, and she won't just disappear. My brothers and I don't need her because we are capable of caring for ourselves and this kingdom.
Sometimes, I think that my parents assigned her to us just to torture me. In their ignorance, they assumed that her quiet nature would rub off on my brothers and me. All being around her does is infuriate me. She is so frail, meek, and plain. She doesn't deserve to be in the dragon world. I wish she would disappear to the human world from where she came. No doubt, they would reject her, too. Perhaps that's why she was an orphan in the first place; even her own kind didn't want her. When I am king, no outsider will be accepted into our tribe unless they pass whatever task I assign. My parents were fools to unconditionally accept humans. Humans nearly hunted dragons to extinction at one point. That is why we put up the barrier. No human is allowed through unless accompanied by a dragon, yet Avery somehow managed to. If there was a crack in the barrier, I could understand how Avery is here. However, there was no such crack, because my brothers and I checked, even after a patrol verified that the barrier was fully intact.
Mr. Chen handed out our course list, and I let out a frustrated groan as I read over it. Unfortunately, it looks like there are a lot of joint lab activities. I need to find a way to ditch them and leave Avery alone to complete them. I will not work side-by-side with her. Just looking at her makes me want to grab a handful of her hair and bang her head on the table. My dragon, Asher, would love nothing more than to burn her to a crisp. Such things are against the laws within our tribe, but once she's old enough to leave here, all bets are off. Then I can hunt her down like the scared little rabbit she is.
"Umm, Cassius, I need your thumbprint for this project," she timidly says in her mousey little voice that makes me want to squish her like a bug.
I snarl as I bite into my thumb. She wants a thumbprint; I will give her one in blood. I watch her gag as I put my bloody thumbprint onto the slide. On the inside, I laughed at her grossed-out reaction, but this further proves that she doesn't belong in our world. This world is grotesque, gruesome, and bathed in blood. If she can't handle a few drops of blood on a slide, there is no way that she could handle a war. Wars are commonplace here because there are species always thinking that they can defeat dragons, ever since the humans got lucky during the Middle Ages. When she rushed over to a nearby trash can to vomit, I turned to the class and winked. Mr. Chen gave her a restroom pass and approached me. He leaned down to whisper, "You might be our future king, but you have not earned that title yet. I suggest you learn how to treat your subjects." I nod, but internally, I roll my eyes. This old fart knows nothing about governing. My brothers and I were groomed for this since the day we were born.
With Avery gone, I could relax and joke with my friends. I had four girls begging to be my partner, and if I had any other teacher than crabby Mr. Chen, I could have my choice of prime pussy, as Clint does. Perhaps I should start distancing myself from Jessica and explore until I can scent out my mate. If I didn't need this elective to graduate, I would drop the class. I know that Avery will make sure that I pass, because if she doesn't, I will make her pay. Since my passing grade is secured, I can use my free time to explore every girl in this school until I find my mate.
Avery
My day just keeps getting worse. I hate Mondays! I am unsure how I can avoid Cassius, but I need to find a way. I understand why Mr. Chen paired us, because Cassius needs to pass this class to graduate. I am a diligent student and I excel at science, which makes me the perfect lab partner for anyone struggling to pass. To my horror, the person struggling to pass just happens to be Cassius. Since his dragon is so powerful and influential, let's see if it can help him pass.
Unlike many students, I like most of the teachers here, but Mr. Chen is different; I like him the most. He is a nice older man and is friends with my adoptive parents. He, like them, rarely lets his dragon out. I am still afraid of him, but not as much as I am of my classmates, especially The Trio and the Hoity Hags. I wish there were a way to rewind time. I would gladly go back to when I was three and prevent my parents from leaving our house that day. Then I would never have accidentally wandered into the dragon realm. To this day, I still don't know how I was able to. Supposedly, there is a magical barrier preventing unknowing humans from trespassing.
Alone with my thoughts, my anxiety near crippling levels, I spent the remainder of Mr. Chen's class in the restroom. I did not want to see Cassius again or hear what the other students whispered about me. I just wanted to hide until this day was over, but I could not. I left the safety of the bathroom stall and hurriedly walked to my next class. It is a literature course. Miss Alman, a petite, obese woman with gray hair and horn-rimmed glasses, assigns us seats.
Without saying a word, Conner slams his book down beside me. Startled, I nearly jumped out of my seat while he chuckled. "Settle down, class. You are each now seated beside not just your writing partner for this term, but your co-star, as well. Each pair is responsible for writing and performing their own play. If you refuse to perform, you will fail this course, and for many of you, that means that you will not graduate. So I suggest that you all take this assignment very seriously," she said.
I put my head down on my desk. The world must hate me. First, my parents were killed, and I was raised in an orphanage in the human world. Then, because even human kids hate me, I ran and ended up being adopted by dragons. Now, I am stuck having to work with my dragon tormentors, or else I can never leave this place. Fuck my luck! The world hates me!
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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.