Aether Dragon Novels & Stories

They didn’t sound spoken, they felt remembered. “Aetherborn was the world of all magical creatures, the way Earth belongs to mankind. Its lands thrummed with living energy, its oceans glittered with molten light. The skies were home to dragons, and the seas whispered with spirits older than the moon. Here, every being, witch, fae, vampire, dragon, beast, or djinn was born of the same essence: Aether.” The scenery bloomed around her as the voice spoke.

“No.” Marcus stared. Nicholas took my phone from my hand. “We find Ethan.” “You just said—” “I said we aren’t walking into Gabriel’s trap.” Nicholas looked at the photograph again. “We make him walk into ours.” Something about his voice changed the room. The Dragon wasn’t a supernatural creature. He didn’t breathe fire. He didn’t have scales or wings. But right then, I understood exactly why people had given Nicholas Aspen that name. Marcus did too. He straightened.

Lavi extends his hand. “Then stay by my side, Airen,” he says. “And help me defeat those damned Gods!” Airen grins and extends a large, green nail. “Let us take those b*tches down!” he declares. … *Present* The dragon emerges from the mountain, breathing fire. Its red and blue eyes fall on the Gods and a hint of glee flashes through them. The spider-like creature wails and runs towards the dragon but the latter raises its large, green scaled wings and lets out a loud cry.

“You’ve been very busy. Very… focused. My brother must be pleased.” Lirian forced a neutral tone. “Prince Vaelor has been occupied with other matters.” Draven laughed softly. “Yes. Occupied.” He reached out, fingers closing around Lirian’s wrist before he could pull away. The grip wasn’t painful yet, but it was unyielding. Draven’s thumb pressed over the pulse point, and something flickered in his expression. Recognition. “You carry Aether,” he murmured. “Latent. Dormant. But it’s there. Singing under your skin.”

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.