THE SLEEPING DRAGON KING

In a world where ancient bloodlines still whisper through mortal veins, Nadine wakes to a hunger she cannot name—a wild, luminous ache that began the night she met Xanadu, the last of the dragon kings. His mark burns above her hip, a living scale that binds her to his fire and drags her into a realm where power is both curse and salvation.

Haunted by the violence her awakening unleashed, Nadine is taken to Xanadu’s obsidian fortress—half sanctuary, half prison. There, surrounded by the echo of wings and the hum of forgotten gods, she must decide whether to surrender to the creature she’s becoming or fight to keep her fading humanity.

Xanadu is both her captor and her compass: ancient, merciless, and undone by the mortal he was never meant to love. To save her, he must teach her to wield the hunger that threatens to consume them both. To keep her, he must convince her that the fire between them can forge, not destroy.

Together, they walk the knife’s edge between domination and devotion, ruin and rebirth—two souls bound by a mark that is equal parts curse and covenant.

And in the dawn that follows their darkness, the dragon king will learn that even fire can be tamed—if it burns for something greater than power.