Nicolai Liam Necator Custos Regia, was the baby boy. Nena Liana Shay Custos Regia, was the baby girl. Named after two of the most scariest, intimidating and vicious dragons known to history. When the children turned two months, it was time to tell the parents the truth.
When I was a baby, Draconis Lunae was a name I was supposed to know. Every needed generation was given a Draconis Lunae. I am reincarnated every time I am needed to insure the survival of our species. The first Draconis Lunae was the creator of Noctis, dragons that went after blood. The Dracos were the ones to put an end to her evil wrath. As the reincarnations passed it was written that every time she got closer to her mate. A Draconis Lunae is born to the throne and is rightfully given the throne. My father thought Léon unfit for a 'great being' and thought that if I killed him, he would be able to see the first Draconis Lunae. He didn't see that, so he sent a witch to manipulate my brothers into thinking that I, was after the throne because I was Draconis Lunae. In hopes of me fighting and killing my ten brothers, my father wanted to sacrifice everything to see the original Draconis Lunae.
Necator explained that the throne had rules written in three scrolls. One for every power imaginable. One had my given throne to me, one was written by the original Draconis Lunae and the other was written by the Noctis. We ended up burning the ancient scrolls and I smiled at Rocco, proud of him.
"As the highest ruling being on the face of this planet, I hereby declare these two, heirs of my throne, free of our ancient customs. Free to make their decisions and free to live a life as they see fit." I smiled down Alyss who held her twins in her arms.
"They won't be taken from me anymore?" Alyss looked up at me hopeful and I nodded. "Thank you!" She held her babies closer and I smiled at the progress.
"I don't want the throne," Rocco told me. "Take it, its rightfully yours." Rocco made a gold crown appear in his hand.
"It is isn't it?" I took the crown and placed it on Rocco's head. "My throne consists of my family, and that's all I need. I may have created this world, but I do not want a throne. I want a place among my family, and you have given me that back." I placed my hand over Rocco's chest and made my palm glow. "You, my dear nephew, are a born King." I bowed ever so slightly making Rocco crush me into a hug.
"Guess what I brought!?" Necator ran in with bags full of desserts and I laughed as Léon was obviously dragged with him. "You would not believe the swarms of kids in my way. Oh yeah, Marcus told me to tell you to hurry your ass up, he isn't a substitute warden." Necator handed me a brown bag and Léon smiled at me happily when I dragged him back out of the castle.
"Have fun," we waved good bye towards the trio.
"So I'm still mad about you gutting me." Léon pinned me to the wall of the castle and I wrapped my legs around his hips smiling. "Extremely mad," his green eyes met my red ones and I bit his lower lip.
"Really? I thought you forgave me this morning," I gave him a fake pout.
"That was just a test," Léon growled as I kissed up his neck before sucking on his jaw a bit. "I'm as mad as they get." Léon met my lips, and I gladly let him dominate. He was a dragon royal now, and he held my brothers' blood in his system. I met his tongue and I moaned into him.
"Hey!" Necator and Rocco came out growling at Léon to get off. "That's our Shay!" I heard Alyss laughing from inside.
"Fine we can finish in the dorms," I winked at both men before teleporting with Léon beside me snickering.
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The Dangerous Awakening
FantasyThey thought I was dead. That I would be out of the way, they thought that their competition was out of the way for their crowning. They should've gone back and checked for the body. They should've been more thorough when trying to kill me. **Defini...
