Alpha Dragon Tributes Novels & Stories

Before her mother died, she had always called it priceless and warned Daniela never to take it off. Closing her eyes for a moment, Daniela remembered her mother’s gentle voice. The memory settled her nerves and reminded her why she had fought so hard to reach this point. When she looked up again, her attention shifted to the platform above the arena. Her father sat there in his ceremonial robes, his posture perfectly straight and his face as unreadable as ever. Beside him sat Alpha Charles Pendragon, a man whose reputation reached far beyond the Eastern Territories. Packs had fallen before him, and the Alphas who challenged him were rarely seen again.

The blow sent Alpha Michael sprawling, momentarily incapacitated. But before Drako could inflict further harm, a sudden intervention occurred. Teresa, his own daughter, appeared with a determined expression. In a swift and surprising move, she lunged at Drako, her wolf form overpowering him. The father-daughter clash unfolded in a whirlwind of fur and fangs. Teresa, driven by an unspoken conflict of loyalty and a desire to protect, fought against her father. In a surprising turn of events, Teresa managed to deliver the decisive blow, biting firmly and deep into his neck, it snapped and echoed through the woods, Drako was Dead, killed by his own daughter.

“But those who tried to break me…” The ground groaned beneath her power. “They will answer.” Alpha Alex collapsed fully, sobbing, stripped of everything he had once been. Around him, the pack knelt, the prophecy whispered through generations now terrifyingly real. Elijah’s claws flexed, ready, but his eyes never left Rebel. “She decides,” he said firmly. “But I end this if he moves.” Dakota swallowed hard, pride and grief warring within him. The suffering that had forged her was unbearable to witness—but what stood before him now was unbreakable.

His body trembling as the sound reached his ears turning to his general, Tar, and the Hydra men before him, his dark eyes shifting to his royal purple as his dragon cowered, a tremble to his voice. He had to give reverence to his Alpha "The KING has arrived." --------- THE END OF AZIAN (PRINCE OF DRAGONS) BOOK 2.

Surprise and alarm rippled through the room. Alpha Kaelen of the Iron-Tooth Pack, a fiercely independent leader from the craggy Western territories, slammed his fist against his thigh. "Dragon-Wolves?! The sky dynasties haven't crossed the veil in five hundred years! They are myths... legends spoken of in ancient northern scrolls!"

“Isn’t that the truth. Although, it’s mainly Alpha Gideon that’s been trying to drag me to the dark side.” Lilac hummed and leaned into me. I wasn’t sure she even noticed she was doing it. “This is the mighty triad we’re talking about, isn’t it?” “They don’t really call themselves that, but yeah. My father, Alpha Gideon, and Alpha Ryland are the three Alpha’s that oversee all of the packs on the continent. We each have our own jurisdiction, but that doesn’t stop the other’s from wanting more.”

"That isn't what I do. You were bleeding out-I had no choice." His lips curved, not in warmth but in something darker-an expression carved from sorrow and endless battle. It lent his face, already sculpted in impossible perfection, the look of a fallen angel who had long ago been tired of paradise. "You do not yet understand, healer." His voice deepened, gravel and smoke woven through a resonance that made the very air hum. "Every stitch you placed in me has bound you closer to my fate. Already, the shadows know your scent." A cold shiver rippled up my arms, raising gooseflesh. "Shadows?" I managed, my voice barely audible while my hand soothed Chicken Nuggets fur. "What shadows?"

“Your daughter is a warrior Roma. She is brave and proud and a credit to you. Would you like to see her and bring her home?” “Nicholas!! With me, now!” she says. Leaves start to crunch again as this tall, very handsome man comes into view. “Yes High Priestess” Oh my Goddess, Lucy is Wiccan Royalty. “Please forgive me, I didn’t know of your station High Priestess” "Nor I yours Harper Knight. A female Alpha is truly a remarkable thing” We both bow to each other.

The man called Tristan said. “Your brother fall into the wrong company. It’s not Black Dragon’s fault that he died.” The other man calmly explained. Wow… That man is different from this one. He had some decency left. “I will kill that Black Dragon.” Tristan said again. “I said I didn’t know you or your brother.” JD said as he came into the room. “I am Tristan Montero, brother of Ernest Montero, the one you killed on one of the warehouses in downtown L.A. last week.” Tristan angrily said.

“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