Alpha Dragon Tributes Novelas e Histórias

"Like many species of birds, dragons shared nesting duties between males and females." Shamira glanced down and saw Alessandra talking with two other newcomers at the other end of the pool, both recently arrived members of the Tribunal. One was an elf so amazingly handsome that he made Daniel, the creature that had tortured Shamira, look like a hideous hunchback by comparison. The other man was a lycanthrope, or rather was THE lycanthrope. The bushy-bearded mountain of a man was the most alpha were on the planet, hence his place on the Tribunal. He could reduce other weres to quivering messes just by staring at them, with the present exceptions of Clyde Pritchard and Travis McNeil.

The werewolf Alpha bowed to the Dragon Alpha King. Alpha King Keegan nodded, motioning to his Beta to inspect the tribute. Alpha Aaron stayed in the bow while the Beta circled Lillah. Her heart was fluttering as the muscular dragon shifter inspected her, head to toe. He sniffed her hair, checked her teeth, her hands and feet. Lillah tried not to cringe but when he leant in, peering into her blue eyes she took a little step back. The Beta chuckled softly. Lillah’s thin white dress was practically see-though. Nudity was a standard in werewolf community, however, in front of these buff dragon shifters she felt unnaturally shy. In her mind she said a little prayer to the Moon Goddess. “The tribu

That singular battle created the dividing line between the east and the west. The freed packs however, weren't obligated to join the Eastern kingdom but they were assured of their protection as part of the kingdom. They would maintain their independence but could count on the Eastern kingdom in the case of an external aggression. Alpha Draco's father, seeing how much land and slaves he had lost, began to lose it. He raised the tributes from the slave packs and made life more difficult for them. They had no choice. They had to continue paying otherwise, any pack found lagging would be sure to have troops from Devil Claw Wolfpack overrun them on their own land.

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!

His voice was loud enough, but you could tell that he was trying to whisper. "Hello, Bart. How are you doing?" Drax asked him. "I'm okay," he replied. "How is everyone at the palace?" Drax asked again. Bart paused for a moment, then he replied. "We're all good, but I've got good news and bad news." He hesitated, then continued. "Damian held a secret meeting with all the alphas of the other packs... I think he threatened them with military action, or maybe somehow cajoled them into giving up their authority for him. Because when he came out after the meeting, he declared himself Grand Alpha, and went his way, without any of the other alphas batting an eye—"

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 ?

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