RomanceScience Fiction & Fantasy

Slave of the Onyx Dragon

Silver Taurus

When Valkyrie, a slave, is kidnapped by the Onyx Dragon—also known as Dimitri—she hardly expects to discover that she is his destined mate. Their journey from prisoner and captor to lovers and rulers of all dragons is far from smooth, especially since Valkyrie is plagued by shadowy memories and fear of the powers she holds within herself. And as word of Dimitri's new mate travels, other actors in neighboring kingdoms begin to take interest in her and her murky past...many of them with evil motives...

Age Rating: 18+ (Content Warning: Assault, Domestic Violence, Extreme Violence/Gore, Incest, Kidnapping, Miscarriage, Rape, Sexual Assault/Abuse, Torture, Violence Against Women, Violent Death)

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RomanceScience Fiction & Fantasy

Slave of the Onyx Dragon

Silver Taurus

When Valkyrie, a slave, is kidnapped by the Onyx Dragon—also known as Dimitri—she hardly expects to discover that she is his destined mate. Their journey from prisoner and captor to lovers and rulers of all dragons is far from smooth, especially since Valkyrie is plagued by shadowy memories and fear of the powers she holds within herself. And as word of Dimitri's new mate travels, other actors in neighboring kingdoms begin to take interest in her and her murky past...many of them with evil motives...

Age Rating: 18+ (Content Warning: Assault, Domestic Violence, Extreme Violence/Gore, Incest, Kidnapping, Miscarriage, Rape, Sexual Assault/Abuse, Torture, Violence Against Women, Violent Death)

1: Prologue

VALKYRIE

His dark scales glimmer under the flames. The sword I hold reflects his body under the night sky, determination in my eyes. I can see his respect for me with all his might.

My body trembles, but my strength and will course through me. I am a dignified woman, a slave that can rise from the ashes like a lost warrior. My fiery red hair moves as the wind passes by.

Standing tall and almighty, he looks down at me.

“Who are you?” the beast says in my mind. ~“Tell me your name.”~

“My name? Valkyrie,” I say with confidence.

“I see a chooser of the slain,” the beast says.

Flames come out of him, but somehow as his golden eyes pierce me, I feel my heart pound not in fear but anticipation. A feeling that makes me want to lower my sword and run to his arms.

A desire that makes me want to be his all.

Is that hope?

“Come,” the beast whispers seductively.

I stand still, not moving a bit. A slight movement makes me lower my gaze, but once I look up again, I see him.

The man with hair as black as night, golden eyes, a broad back, and a chest that looks rough is standing close enough for me to touch.

My eyes wander lower and see the perfect V; once my eyes lower completely, I let go of the sword.

Gasping, I back away. He stands naked before me. How can a beast like him look like a god?

Strong arms suddenly wrap around my waist, taking me by surprise.

“Don’t look away, Valkyrie,” the beast whispers seductively near my face. “Just look at me and no one else.”

“Who are you?” I ask, as I feel my face burn in embarrassment.

“Me? I’m the king of the dragons, and you are to be my one and only slave. Meaning you will be my mate and queen,” the beast says with a smirk as he lifts my wrist to his lips and kisses lightly.

“Welcome to your new home, Slave of the Onyx Dragon.”

DIMITRI

Groaning, I shuffle on the bed. Something soft trails down from my neck to my chest. The touch feels odd against my skin. Growling softly, I turn and grab the bed sheets, pulling them more.

The same sensation continues. Getting angry, I sit up and growl at the person next to me. Silver eyes look at me with fear.

“Get the fuck out!” I say, growling. “Get lost!”

Backing away, the naked woman flings herself out of the chamber, running. I hear a small sob as she closes the door. Groaning in anger, I sit on the edge of the bed. Another restless night.

Cracking my neck, I stand up and walk toward an opening in my chamber.

I can feel that anger rising from my heart. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm down. It’s not good for me to get angry. I don’t need to cause a scene early in the morning.

Stretching, I feel a presence behind me.

“I know you’re there; come forward,” I say with a scowl.

“It seems my dear brother is in a foul mood. Didn’t that woman give you a blow for breakfast?” the man with red eyes says as he smirks.

“Damian, stop it,” I say with a frown. “Tell me why you are here.”

“Just came to let you know the elders wish to see you. It seems it’s related to the Trollar Kingdom,” Damian said, scowling. “Those bastards are looking for a war.”

Trollar, a kingdom with dragon tamers. The rascals are so savage that they don’t even care for their kind.

We have had several wars with that kingdom. Their need to overpower us is beyond any other. Especially their king.

King Gabriel, a ruthless and bloody bastard who even killed his daughter for the pleasure of having a baby dragon in exchange. Beings like him shouldn’t even exist.

“Annoying elders. Can’t they handle it?” I say, turning around and grabbing a long-sleeved shirt. “They fear him? What’s the point of even having them if they can’t manage without me?”

“We can kill them. I wouldn’t mind killing the annoying ones at least,” Damian says as his eyes glimmer.

“Let’s go,” I say, turning away and heading down the long passage.

I am the king of the dragons, Dimitri. My younger brother Damian is my right hand, and my best friend Leo is the general of our horde.

We live on Mount Errigal, a vast range of mountains that extends to the border of the Trollar Kingdom.

For the last twenty-six years, we have been at war. The greedy bastards hunt my kind just to get our hearts.

Our hearts are valuable. Anyone with enough money could get their hands on one. Especially tamers and sorcerers.

A dragon heart gives the owner a unique power, like an overwhelming desire. Your mind could pick something you desire and join it with the heart’s dragon, turning it magic or a weaponizing it.

Many people from the Trollar Kingdom have gained dragons’ hearts. But for the last four years, they haven’t been able to.

The reason is that we have the helping hand of a sorcerer. One that we captured, but pledged his loyalty to us.

I asked him why once, but he said that he needed to hide his identity. So, I didn’t intrude more and let it be. Unfortunately, I felt that he was hiding something that no one should know.

Opening the two enormous golden double doors, I walk in. A soft growl vibrates in my chest. The elders glare at me, looking offended.

“Your Majesty, welcome,” one of the elders says as he bows.

“Get to the point,” I spit, taking a seat on the golden throne that could fit two others like me.

“We have word that the Trollar Kingdom is sending slaves for an exchange,” the elder with green eyes says. “They wish to bargain scales this time.”

I rest my face on my hand as I lean back and relax. So King Gabriel wants an exchange for scales? I scoff as I look at the other elders.

“How unusual,” I mumble, “King Gabriel wouldn’t go with something like that. Is there something else you people haven’t told me?”

All the elders exchange glances except for one, my grandfather. He has a frown that shows how old he indeed looks, even though we age slowly.

His hazel eyes meet mine. Then, feeling the tension, everyone goes silent.

“Something on your mind?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

My grandfather, Elder Jerium, is one of the oldest dragons still alive. He once was a king, a great ruler and protector of our horde until my deceased father took his place.

My father perished a few decades later, leaving me as the next in line.

Elder Jerium was one of the few to voice his opinions, but there was always heavy argument when he did.

My eyes never leave his hazel ones. For a split second, I notice his eyes waver, but his expressionless face covers it quickly. Tapping the throne, I wait for him to say something.

“My opinion is that you should kill everyone, leaving no one alive,” Elder Jerium says as a smirk spreads across his face.

“They should see we don’t bargain easily. Especially for mere slaves.”

I hum at what he asks me to do. It isn’t a bad idea to show we don’t hand ourselves over that easily.

“If I may. I think Elder Jerium is right,” one elder says, “We don’t need to hand them anything. They just want to be greedier.”

All the elders immediately start arguing. I feel my eye twitch in annoyance. Cracking my neck, I slam my hand on the throne’s arm.

“Enough!” I say. “I decide what to do. Now scram.”

Everyone’s eyes widen. By their looks, they saw me shifting, rolling my shoulders. I take a couple of deep breaths. My brother Damian just looks at me, waiting to intervene at any moment if needed.

Seeing as no one moves, I get up and leave the throne room with Damian right behind.

“Brother, you need to relax,” Damian says as he stands next to me.

Opening and closing my hands, I try to calm the monster I was. Being mateless for the last few decades is affecting me in a way I never expected. A dragon can’t be mateless for too long.

He needs his other half, his all. The one who can tame the beast he is.

I haven’t been able to find that person, though. I have looked in every town, every village, every kingdom, even other hordes. Nothing.

The feeling of wanting my other half is becoming unbearable for me. Restless nights where my mind keeps desiring a taste of my mate.

I have fucked a lot of different women, humans, beasts, but nothing. It never eases that burning sensation deep down inside me.

My mind has been full of hate, revenge, and darkness. A consuming feeling that’s making me lose sanity. A simple argument made me shift.

And as days go passing by, my mind becomes more beast, less human.

“Get a group of ten or twelve dragons. We shall see what type of slaves they bring us this time,” I say, as a smirk that makes people freeze on the spot curls my lips.

I stand tall, waiting for our departure.

The palace stands on the highest peak of the mountain range. The surrounding trees and rivers make the view one to admire. I love this place, my home.

“We are ready, Your Majesty,” Damian says, standing directly behind me. Nodding, I glance at the view once more and head to the cliff to gather and take flight toward our destination.

Reaching the cliff, I see my best men standing in a circle. With a nod, we all start undressing. Leaving our clothes to scatter, in sync, we all shift into our beasts. Into what we are. Dragons.

Taking the lead, I jump off the cliff. Together, we head south to the meeting with King Gabriel’s men.

“Remember, we shall wait and see what they are planning. No one is to be reckless. Are we clear?” I order through the mind-link. Everyone meets my eyes and growls their response.

We get closer to our destination. I see the moon is out.

Full moon, I think. I always like the full moons; they bring a piece of serenity with them.

Growling softly, we turn and head toward an area where we can land and wait.

From afar, we see the torches. Those bastards have set up torches in an open area near the cliffs. I can distinguish swords at the front.

Frowning, I look further ahead. At least five men guard the small gate they have built.

“Brother, it seems they want us to fight the slaves,” Damian says through the mind-link.

“Your Majesty, look,” one of my companions says, making me snap my head toward the gate.

Slaves have started arriving in wagons. At least forty slaves stand scared to death in the open area. Some are looking for spots near the rocky cliffs. Others cry, pleading for someone to save them.

I give my orders, and we separate into three groups. My companions stay with me, watching from afar.

My eyes scan all the slaves and especially the guards who now look deeply concentrated on their chatting. Scoffing, I nod to both of my companions, and we head their way.

“Remember, everyone dies,” I say.

We circle the area, hiding behind curtains of clouds. The moonlight shines down on the slaves who are about to die, unknowing.

Then, I hear a high-pitched scream coming from the front of the area. Recognizing our cue, we head down at full speed.

Landing abruptly, we kill every slave our eyes find. My mind goes hazy as the smell of blood fills my nostrils.

The desire for blood becomes more robust with every passing minute. Yells make me look to the side, and I see a couple of slaves running toward the other side of the clearing.

My brother growls as he heads to the same area. I snap my head toward one of the guards who’s missing a leg. I follow my brother.

Quickly reaching the cliff, I scan the zone, trying to get my prey. My eyes see a flash of red. Snapping my head around, I turn and land with a thud.

I notice a red-headed woman looking down at the cliff. A yelp escapes her lips as I stand before her. I lower my gaze and meet hers.

My heart stops for a second as I register the feeling building in my chest.

My eyes take in the woman before me. Unconsciously, I step forward, but she backs away. Her fear makes her eyes double in size. Growling, I move again and notice a sword.

Frowning, I look at her. I look at her chest heave up and down. Her heart beats crazily as her adrenaline takes over.

The flames fall over her face. I see it: determination. The woman who I’m fairly sure I’m not imagining stands before me with a sword and a determination that makes her look like a true warrior.

“What are you doing, Dimitri?” I hear Damian ask through the mind-link. He is hovering over us. Small growls sound around me, but my mind is only on her.

“DIMITRI!” Damian yells angrily.

As I growl through the mind-link, I hear Damian snap back at me.

“Calm the fuck down,” I say.

“Why? Just kill her!” Damian growls in my mind.

“I can’t,” I whisper. ~“She’s my mate.”~

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