Aether Dragon Novels & Stories

From there he watched. He watched the weapon fire. He watched the Circle rise in answer. He watched the dragons retaliate not with annihilation, but with precision. And then he watched something he did not understand at all. Mercy. Draynor ships landing in fractured cities. Dragon healers kneeling in rubble. Flame used not to consume but to mend. Sereth had been forged as a weapon. Bound. Conditioned. His power was harvested and directed for centuries by Dawlya hands that feared him as much as they depended on him.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

Athena gasps as she lets go of Juniper’s hand, falling to her knees as her shift starts to take over. She screams, louder than any of the other children did. Her voice echoed across the field we were in. “Baby!” I shout, gaining her attention, “trust your dragon! Let them come to the front, let them have control. It’ll make it easier, less painful…” She nods her head once before she closes her eyes, green smoke swirling around her. I gasped as I watched her, a beautiful green dragon standing before me. “Wow,” Rosalie says quietly, staring at her older sister's emerald green dragon.

” The First King bowed until his forehead touched the earth. “Father of Dragons” The words spread like a prayer. Father of Dragons. The First Flame. The Dreaming King. Aurelion. The being from whom every dragon bloodline had descended. Aurelion’s gaze shifted toward Verath. Then Elara. A smile touched his ancient face. “My descendants.” Verath pointed at himself. “You mean me?” “And her.” Elara blinked. “Me too?” Aurelion nodded. “You have both inherited pieces of the beginning.” Verath looked utterly lost.

Daerius is waiting in the hallway, a confused look on his face. “What is a Fight Circle?” He asks as we walk outside. “When a female dragon comes of age, males will fight to be their mate. Also, since female dragons are rare, when a female’s mate dies, the males are supposed to fight for her again,” I explain. “So Kailo fought to get you then?” He asks. I nod. “After I shifted into my dragon at 14, my father declared my availability. Kailo was the first to claim me, but then another man decided he wanted me too.”

Cupid answered him back. “Why you–––“ Atlas started but Cupid shut him up. “Bingo! Alright, Bacchus, Pegasus, you can go in now.” Cupid said on the intercom. “Now we just have to wait until they kill that Black Dragon.” He said to Atlas. “Do you think they can? I mean, that’s Black Dragon. He killed almost half of our members.” Atlas said sitting up. “I actually don’t know. But boss ordered us to do this.” Cupid answered.

But somehow, what was created were creatures similar to Wyverns, of the same race as dragons. If he used the bodies of Axias Euclase or his son, Ezekiel Euclase, mixed with the potion he had from extracting the genetics of Arun Euclase, would it be possible to create a real dragon? A sinister smile appeared on Ethan's face. "Let's see..." . . .

Among the Six, he's the only one who doesn't seem uptight like the rest of them. For the rest of my stay in the hospital, I keep receiving visits from Landon and Dakota's family as well. I have gathered information about my mission. Apparently, I am to find the seals. Moreso, I can only do that if I stick to a particular person who bears the name, Dashiell Gryphon. According to Landon, he's a dragon Lord who wants to use the seals for evil purposes. To worsen it all, he's the jerk who had murdered me. I'm willing to do my best. ..

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

Elena or the dragon? A/N