Alpha Dragon Tributes Novels & Stories

And in the end, it’s his sheer determination that wins the day. With one final blow, Adrian takes down the dragon with his lightning magic, its massive body crashing into the water with a loud splash. He turns to me, his chest heaving with exertion. “Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes filled with concern. I nod, too stunned to speak. At that moment, I realize that Adrian is more than just a pretty face - he is a true warrior and a formidable Alpha. “I’m fine—” A screech cuts me off, and suddenly, the dragon erupts from the water - this time with two heads.

Did she think they were playing hide-and-seek or what? “What the heck are you doing to her?” I swore I was about to tell Oxley to start the punishment at once. How the heck did someone else beat me to it? Wait! That shouldn’t be the problem. The crux of the matter was that the toad claiming to be a knight in shining armor was one of the tributes sent by Alpha Holmes. A warrior, huh? One of the warriors from the Moon Howler Pack felt he could order my beta around because of his princess. Tsk!

Billy's face unwrinkled, after waiting seconds for the punch that would never land. "You know, if you want me not to escape, maybe you should try making it a little more tighter." He whined after eventually opening his eyes. "FYI, I had broken loose from your bounds hours ago." He announced boldy. Although, I wanted to punch him in the nose, I have to admit, that was impressive. That was the only thing I've noticed we had in common — being sneaky. "What were you saying?" Drax gestured to him. "I said, I think the Alphas have signed the proposal already, making Damian the Grand Alpha." Billy replied.

A figure detached itself from the largest tent—a ribcage of a leviathan worm. The Alpha. He was broad, covered in thick, grey scar tissue. One ear was torn off. He wore armor made of tire treads and bleached bone. He didn't speak. He snarled. The sound was auditory texture—grinding, scraping, discordant. It rattled my ribs. The vibration settled in my molars. "Tribute?" the Alpha barked. His voice was a subsonic frequency that turned my stomach to liquid. "You enter my land. You pay."

“I cannot wait to show the world your true colors, to show the people how rotten you are inside. Compared to you, I am not your match in my first life. But this time… this time, I will be fighting fire with fire. Even if it means I will have to become the devil himself, I will gladly do so just to bury you all with me.” Diana looked down at the photograph of the young gamma who was destined to be selected by Alpha Dylan Clain today. She was meant to continue the bloodline of the Blood Claws Pack alpha genes. Diana tore the picture into pieces as she threw them to the burner, forever vanishing into ashes. “The first step is mine.” A knock on the attic’s door pulled Diana from her trance. “Dia

Because what he had to do now was help fight against these traitors. "They are just wild wolves. What are you guys worried about, huh?" said Albert, who again attracted attention. The two Alphas turned around, focusing on Albert, who had gotten up. They seemed a little surprised that Albert could survive after what they did. Inevitably, it made the two Alphas' anger burn. "Alright. This time, we will finish things off." Alpha Trent looked at Albert with hatred. He then said, "Say goodbye to the Dexter legacy!" Alpha Trent made a fist and attacked Albert, but suddenly, someone came crashing down on him before he could reach Albert. Alpha Trent was sent flying, and his body crashed into a stat

If she didn't know that the thing standing in front of her was Knox then she would have probably shit herself due to fright. The Dragon let out a large roar that brought the Alpha to his knees. Knox grinned wickedly, displaying several rolls of sharp teeth. His mouth fell open and dark blue flame came soaring out towards the Alpha. What was left of him was nothing more than ashes. " Step back!! " Kira heard Knox's voice echoing in her head. When she saw her dad, Asher, and his men rushing out of the Dragon's way, she knew that she wasn't the only one who heard it. The flames burnt brightly and almost beautifully as they devoured the enemies. Their screams rang in the area before their bodies

And at the center of it, half-submerged in his own blood, lay Bryson — Alpha, legend, war-born heir of the Thunderstorm Pack. Wasn’t that how the young Alpha had mercilessly mocked them when the dragon triplets were caught in the net and had flights to catch more than a decade back ? Bryson closed his eyes, welcoming the pull of unconsciousness. Death was better than humiliation. He could feel the silver dart suck out his life source. He just wanted to die. The dart glinted in his side, its silver tip pulsing with slow venom. It leached away his strength, stealing more than just blood. He didn't move. Couldn't. He had fought twenty rogue dragons alone and won. But at what cost ?

“Have you lost your mind? What made you think that approaching a dragon was a good idea?” Xaden didn’t reply; his eyes remained on his fathers, like a silent challenge. “The dragon was the Alpha King. Xaden wanted to get a closer look,” Harley was the one who interjected. “How is that possible?” the Alpha asked, turning to Harley. “The Alpha King is a wolf.” “Yes,” Damien said from across the room. “He has what’s called the Dragon Stone and—”