Alpha Dragon Island Novels & Stories

Dragons are stronger than wolves but we don’t heal as fast. Kaelen leaves for a few minutes and comes back with clean clothes and a tray of food. He has changed into a black t-shirt and sweatpants. The t-shirt clings to his chest and arms in a way that makes it impossible not to notice how much bigger he still is. His hair is still wet from the rain and he looks too much like the man who used to pin me against the kitchen counter and fuck me until I forgot my own name. I hate that my eyes go straight to the way the shirt stretches across his shoulders and abs. Leo eats half a sandwich and then curls up on the couch with his head resting on my thigh. I stroke his hair slowly and try not to th

He couldn't blame her, she had given up a huge part of her life when she accepted him as her mate, and being a wolf in a dragon's world wasn't always easy for his beautiful wife, Adrastus would forever be proud of her courage. A white wolf entered the field, heading their way, and the dragon king quickly transformed, waiting as the wolf loped over to him, carrying clothes in his mouth. A few moments later Alpha Carmichael greeted the dragon horde, welcoming them to Howling Warriors on behalf of Alpha Shadow and Luna Isabella.

The red-black dragon lands gracefully as Xena slides down his wing before he shifts into Dragus. This is really happening. We are all going to war for the survival of the wolves. Every creature is coming to help. They all grieve the loss of Gaia, and I hope she can see this from Selene’s realm and see how loved she is. I watch as Dahlia, the Alpha of Alpha’s walks closer to her parent’s. She growls at me as she passes by. “I’ve made a few calls to the other Alpha’s they will be here before the Blood Moon.” I hear her say when a giant of a man walks towards her. Malachi.

I swear there was something wrong with her. I jumped off the now broken desk and landed in front of the boys. I could have sworn I saw them crying, or was it just my imagination. The whole thing was ironic though. Imagine seeing two boys crying because of a white wolf that normally looked adorable. Alana cackled evilly at the situation. "Please don't eat us. We won't try to fight again. I forgive him and he forgives me. I promise that we will live in peace and harmony from now. We won't-" I cut off the blonde guy's rant with a growl.

She didn’t sound completely convinced herself. Without waiting for another question, Amelia walked toward the lake and lowered herself onto the ground near the water. She pulled her knees slightly toward her chest and stared at the surface as the gentle waves moved beneath the morning light. Aiden watched her for a moment. Then he slowly turned toward Seraphina. He waited until he was certain Amelia wasn’t listening before lowering his voice. His expression hardened. “Who is Alpha Dragon?”

land, she was taking to another Iceland and deceptively left behind with a boy, that had been guessed to be her lover, the girl and the boy never had of the clan since that day, they survived on the land which was also a rocky land, they gave birth to many children and had brought them up to be stronger than her brothers, but something happened one years, they were off to the far sea, when they saw smoke coming from the settlement, and a dragon with Horn had attacked the land, they had been with the dragon for years, never saw it as anything that can be that dangerous, they fed it all it life, and now had been disturbing the land, that had been the war they were fighting, when the dragon re

Kitana had done a great job of telling me the history of what happened to my kind. In A.D. 247, Alpha Kazamir, a ruthless Alpha whose Machiavellian reputation went miles before him, sailed to the ends of the ocean to see what territory lay ahead to be conquered. In his sea-bound course, he encountered a strange werewolf clan who lived peacefully amongst themselves on the Eastern coast of what was thought to be an abandoned island. His sole ambition to conquer the world, and become the Alpha of all alphas had led him to the huts of these peasants led by an Alpha queen. Yes, a female Ñyora was the leader of the clan.

Apollo looked Adam in the eye, his eyes forming into those of his griffon. The large slits of his eyes narrowed horizontally, picking up Adam’s heart rate and flushed skin. Adam, on the outside, remained stoic, his body language showing he was the Alpha Dragon of this Tribe. On the inside, he was crumbling.

"This briefing will be the next mission due to deploy in three weeks' time. Based on intel we have received; the Dragons have been remobilized." The room mumbles. "From our intel, they now have a new Alpha." He clicks the remote. A picture of Desmond White is posted. His almost black eyes glaring into the soul of everyone here. "Desmond White. Originally thought to be the Dragon's Gamma, now believed to be their Alpha. We have a location on where he will be and where we can capture him." He clicks the button. "The abandoned town of Black Lake. Surrounded by forest on three fronts. Intel says White, with an army of Dragons and Rogues are headed to this town. Assuming to wipe it out and make a

Shrugging my shoulders, I reminded myself she just had to get over it. “Ready?” Parisa whispered, opening the white leather flap. The salty air filled the tent, and the beautiful lull of the ocean sent a calming wave of ease as mom took a breath. Squeezing my arm with hers, we stepped out into the light sources of the privacy of the Dragon Isle. The rows and rows of beautiful white padded seats held not only the gods but werewolves from Parisa’s home pack, even her parents, Alpha’s of the Night Crawlers, Rosalie and Jack.