Alpha Dragon Tributes Novels & Stories

He cares about each one, maybe that's the reason why he still hasn't introduced any women to them, because his attention is focused on them. But now, one of the things that Gamma David is looking forward to is having someone to be with their Alpha. David feels that person is coming and he can't wait to see him be happy. After his conversation with David, he said goodbye to resume patrolling with the other pack warriors of the Dark Moon Pack.

Between Mitchell’s mom, and Evan and I who were trying our best to stay out of the way. The crowd broke apart and off we went to cast our votes. After two hours it was decided. Jake would step in as Alpha. A nearly unanimous vote. “I think you may be the youngest Alpha in recorded history” I told him when my mom made the announcement. “Alpha Jake,” Evan’s father rushed over, ear pressed to his phone. “We have a problem. The blood witches, they’ve attacked Black Mountain.”

This was the oracle healer my people were talking about. I knew the story of the first great battle between the dragons and werewolves. Two alphas—the dragon king and the alpha king—competed for one mate. No one wanted to give in. No one wanted to share. Pride was above them. Hatred fueled their hearts, so in the end, war broke out. And this continued until my generation... Now, I had the chance to find out what truly happened, and it seemed this story started when Alpha Eckon first met her.

2. "Alpha, there are three dragons circling our training grounds, what should we do?" Althea was breathless as she barged into his office, and Todd had to suppress a smile before he replied. "Well, now that depends Gamma Diaz, on what colors these dragons are. By chance would there be a black dragon, with eyes the color of the Caribbean?" Althea nodded firmly, and Todd couldn't resist sucking in a deep breath, heightening the nervousness of his youngest warrior. He pretended to think this through, before asking "Is another of them a pale white, and translucent in color?" Again Althea nodded, and Todd widened his eyes for effect. "Oh Goddess," The Alpha gasped, really selling the story, "Plea

The guy standing in front of him was not a caring lover, but an alpha who has been betrayed. "Good, I would have strangled you to death, but I need answers," the alpha spat with no remorse. His heart clenched at the venomous look that he was receiving from the very person who not even two days ago had stared at him with adoration. He wished that he had his wolf at times like this. He kept up his futile struggle, a dire and desperate attempt to escape from his clutches. The corners of his eyes pricked with tears. Drake's face remained stoic. But even if he had his wolf, would he be able to attack this guy? After all, he was an omega. Drake leaned closer, his fiery breath fanned his face. He l

"Dragon Flesh" a gruff voice spoke, the sound carrying through the night At the edge of the Centaur border, a young woman lay crumpled in the dirt, her black and green hair tangled, her body curled as though even the earth had cast her aside. Green scales shimmered faintly at her throat and shoulders. Betrayal of the truth she tried to hide. Valia. Daughter of dragons. Huthra’vor. "This one was found in our lands. A gift from the gods I say" a collective guffaw of greedy laughter followed the declaration. She could hear the slap of their tongues against their lips.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

I was sure that when I proved my innocence to my brother, he was going to let me back into the pack, and I would soon get to be the Alpha and this would be a blip that never happened. “I don't think you can prove much.” This old man, who lived outside the pack's village, told me while he let me stay with him. “Why would you say that?” I asked. “The alpha of the pack made a deal with a witch who practices dark magic, but with such dark magic, one needs a sacrifice.” He replied. I scoffed in disbelief. “The alpha is my brother, and I don't think he would kill his mate. He loved her.” He chuckled.

The priest sprinkled sacred herbs over Luna Light’s body, his words resonating with the weight of their history: “From the earth we rise, to the earth we return. May Luna Light find peace in the arms of the Moon Goddess. May her spirit watch over us, guiding us in the darkest of times.” Damon’s heart clenched as he watched the flames consume the pyre, the fire’s light reflecting the tears in his eyes. Each crackle and spark seemed to whisper memories of his mother—her smile, her strength, her unwavering love. As the flames grew higher, the pack members began to shift into their wolf forms, their fur shimmering in the firelight. It was tradition to honor the dead with a final run, a symbolic

Everyone looked at me shocked and the constant falling of the pack members stopped as a result of the dark witches' distraction. "You come on my territory, threaten the lives my pack members, my family and dare challenge Wyatt for the Alpha title. All that being done and you didn't think you for a second that you were disrespecting me? Or you simply don't care?" I asked rhetorically, anger laced in every word. "That's it? Oh tribid Luna, why don't down here and have a fair fight with us?" Remy questioned and I glared at him. "I don't think you deserve it but if that's what you want. I don't mind watching the lives drain from you as I kill you," I stated as I slowly descended from the air to