Azian Prince of Dragons

King Alec Diarnov's POV Limited.

The minds of those around me were limited. Gouging my own eyes out would be more interesting than explaining reason to these so-called kings. Oh, their kingdoms suffer at their stupidity. Limited and brainless mutts.

I felt the air beside me sway as King Damian turned to face me, something he could have done even in his seat, or better... kneeling.

A disgrace of a king. He couldn't even save his own mate from the claws of his blood crazed son. Now, he stood before me, a shell of the man he once was. With or without his royal beast, I would pay to see him squirm beneath my fangs. The thought made me purr slightly; the image of blood on snow made me shiver.

I watched him chuckle as he met my gaze as if reading my mind.

He was an idiot of a man. I'd crumble his kingdom beneath me had it not been for the laws-laws I aimed to break once the magic was diminished.

"Why on earth am I standing here?" he asked.

I could see the amusement in the eyes of his beast. Did he believe just because he was the great Lycan king, he would scare one whose blood run ancient? He was a formidable foe, strongest among the lot, but he was not the man he once was after his little mate, Queen Kivara, passed, and he banished his son into the lesser realm.

Pity.

He didn't even deserve pity. Death. Yes, at my hands, he would fall-after the dragons, of course.

"Clearly, you are wasting our time," he spat. He couldn't even put on his crown properly; it was sitting on his head at a titled angle. "You can't be serious right now." He turned to the other useless kings at the table. "Friends, clearly, King Alec here has drunk a little too much, and I have more important things to do than to talk about a ten-thousand-year prophecy which no one here has heard of."

"What better things do you have to do? Spy on your cursed son?" I chuckled in amusement.

He scoffed, and his eyes turned back to me, seeming to ignore my previous statement but matching my gaze with his own.

"The Dragons are dead. They are gone. Poof! Extinct. After the great battle, we smote each one of them to the ground; there aren't any left. We would have known if they were. Dragons cause great destruction. There's no way even one dragon could live in Paria or any of its lands without us knowing," he finished, seeming to be confident in his speech.

Pathetic.

"Do I strike you as a person here to waste people's time?" I asked, my burning glare resting in his own pitch-dark eyes that revealed his beast. So, the dog wanted to be let out.

"Do I look like I have nothing else to do that I should seek the company of a werewolf, or Lycan, or whatever kind of dog you are?"

His Lycan, Zerth, growled at me, but he would not attack. No, far be it he do something without honor. He made me sick.

Hypocrite.

Where was that honor when, instead of waiting for his so-called moon kissed mate, he went ahead to have an affair with a dark witch? He deserved all he was getting. Stupid dog. "Damian," I began casually.

Titles were for those who could actually lead.

"I couldn't care less for the likes of you; however, I know what I'm saying, and as the prominent ruler of the five kingdoms, I suggest you listen because I do not delight in repeating myself," I said, my tone clear and stable.

I could feel his burning gaze on me. Zerth threatened to reveal himself. It wasn't my fault they were too weak to protect themselves from the Demons and Devils of Vigra. Instead, they needed help from those who have no soul. Thus, they pledged allegiance, and I became the King of Kings. Either way, all this could be changed in a moment, which is why I shall see each kingdom crumble before that ever happens.

The table shook, and I sighed, knowing fully well Fat King Rodrick of the Witches and Wizards was about to open his cowardly mouth,

"So..." he dragged, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You mean to say that... uh... How can I put this..." he asked, chuckling as if it was the joke of the day. "You believe the dragons are still alive?" he mocked. Stupid.

I adjusted my sitting position, raising a careless eyebrow up at the stupid question. Did I always have to repeat myself?

I moved my eyes lazily around the table, listening to the idiot speak. I had planned his kingdom would be first to fall anyway.

"Alec..."

"King Alec." I growled at the disrespect, my rage flaming in my bloodshot eyes.

"King Alec," he corrected, clearing his throat nervously.

Coward.

"Yes, Rodrick" came my irritated reply, waving a dismissive hand allowing him to go on.

"I understand why my fellow acquaintances have doubts. There's so much going on in our kingdoms, and this news does not seem to help."

"Get to the point."

"Do you have proof that the dragons still exist?"

I paused for a moment, actually impressed he had a question that made sense.

"The witch," I replied.

The fat man raised his eyebrows, "What witch?"

"Emma"

"You mean old, wrinkled Emma?" he asked, with a hint of disgust. I approved of it. I disliked the mother witch, but she was powerful even I had to admit that.

"I mean your great witch Emma," I responded carelessly.

The fat man chuckled at this.

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"I should have known you got this from her."

"You should have listened, you fool," I replied, leaning in.

"She lost her mind!" he said, leaning in as well. "Rambling on and on about some prophecy and writing across walls and shit."

"She's the oldest, most powerful, wisest witch you have, Rodrick, and the keeper of Magic." I couldn't believe I had to explain it to this fool...

"She's also a pain in the ass," he growled back. "She and her followers, and now she betrays me by going to you behind my back!"

"I don't blame her since her fool of king didn't have the mind to listen!" I roared.

King Rodrick bit his lip, fear written on his features. He was a weak king. I would soon relieve him of this burden.

I turned my gaze to the one king who hadn't said a word and just watching us like a fly on the wall.

"Ariah, do you have something to say?"

King Ariah looked up. Out of all of us, he and his winged people were by far the most handsome and breathtaking creature on earth-that is after the dragons became extinct.

The winged men were weak, really, but their ability to fly gave them a huge advantage along with strength and agility. Their wings were nothing less than deadly weapons. They were deadly opponents.

"I believe you," he finally said.

My eyes stayed on him. He definitely was the wisest among these brainless bags-the most secretive, but also the most attentive. His kingdom would be last to fall.

"That dragons exist?" Damian asked, almost chocking with laughter. "If a dragon existed, they would have shown themselves by now. One has so much pride, and now you're talking of a family? Where could a dragon possibly live in Paria and the northern lands without a soul knowing?"

"Ignere, the dark forest" King Ariah replied casually.

The air was stiff at this revelation. I knew that was the only place capable of hosting dragons. There was easy access to animals, adequate fly space courtesy of the ghost mist that haunted the trees of Ignere, and privacy as all who ventured near died.

Dragons could most likely be the creatures that snatched in expectant people any time anyone went close to the forest at night.

The possibility was there.

No one ever visited the dark forest.

No one. Not even me.

King Damian shook his head very slowly, trying to let out a laugh to cover up his nervousness, "Oh, stop it already," King Damian began. "Stop this mad thinking! Dragons? No one has said that word for thousands of years. Why now? We have too many things to do, too many disasters to tend to. Mysterious magic in the Galatia Mountains. A mountain disappeared yesterday. Poof! Vanished. And all you can think about is a prophecy that has never been fulfilled and probably will never-"

"What did you say?" my undead heart seemed to want to beat in that moment. An unnatural nervousness settled in.

I never feel nervous. I never feel anything..

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"The mountain that vanished-" King Rodrick looked at me in surprise. "You're supposed to watch over the four kingdoms. How can you not know when a big ass mountain disappears? It disappeared last night. The people want answers and are shocked at such a sight. I honestly thought that was the reason you summoned us. Now, you're telling me you don't know?" He rolled his eyes. "Clearly, you have lousy informants, but even so! I mean, look! Your kingdom just faces it," he said pointing to the large stone windows.

I didn't have to look to know. My sense told me it was true.

"The second prophecy" I muttered.

"I'm completely lost. What the hell is going on?" King Rodrick asked, watching my every move attentively.

My gaze settled down on them. "Three prophecies. Two already fulfilled."

"The first: the day without sun at conception."

"You mean the lunar eclipse that happened a year ago?" King Ariah asked, leaning back in his throne.

"Conception," King Damian muttered as if trying to put the pieces together.

I sat in my throne, turning to them.

"The breaking of the barrier at birth."

"The barrier? The mountain wasn't a barrier. I mean, it did precede the Devil's hole, but the barrier is hardly broken," he eased "Legend has it that was the dragons' sacred place. The dark hole confirms it," I rambled, trying to put two and two together.

"My mother used to tell me stories about dragons. They were the first species to go extinct. Poor fairies, fae, and pixies all died after the dragons," Rodrick added though his tone was far from concerned or sad.

"Probably because the dragons scorched their homes," Damian said, rolling his eyes. "That forest was their home. When their magic went, Ignere became bitter."

I turned to all of them. "We need a solution, or all of us are going to lose our thrones and everything else. The last prophecy foretells:

'In his due age, the dragon and power within him will smite the last of his enemies And with him holds the power of their permanent extinction. Thus, the king shall rise.""

They all paused for second, exchanging glances, seeming to have a very short debate before they all nodded. King Rodrick's eyes met mine.

"Let's say we believe you. What next?" King Damian asked, leaning back in his seat.

I smiled, my fangs throbbing for fresh blood, laying my palms on the table and leaning forward.

"Summon Emma for a location spell," I replied. "Then, we shall begin the hunt."