Breeding Dragon From Today Novels & Stories

There were trees that bordered the property all around us and kept the prying eyes of neighbouring land owners away from us. Every year my parents had to attend the Illinois Dragonkin Ball which consisted of seventeen year old teens eager to meet their bonded halves or to complete the ceremony in front of the Elders. According to my father Bazzoit had spoken to Typhon in the dragon realm and they had altered how the ceremonies worked.

I had shown them who I was. Back in my room, I looked at my hands. They had made the fire. They had hurt those girls. The hands shook a little, but I didn't care. I needed to be stronger. I took out the old dragon book Eren got for me. I looked for a special potion. A "Fortification Draught." The book said it would make me and my dragon one. I got all my hidden plants and herbs. I mixed them in a small bowl. The liquid turned dark red and shiny. It smelled like smoke and strength.

So, I called for the dragons. Why the dragons? They were the only ones who had not stepped over our borders to try to buy your hand, trade you as a mate for their sons, or threaten us in any way. And for as long as I can remember, the dragons had a reputation for avoiding chosen mates. I thought it had to be our best chance or the only way out of this mess and to keep you safe. Not long after this was leaked out in the pack, new stories about them started to spread like fire on dry grass—breeding dungeons, using females as science objects, treating them as nothing but birthing machines. I have no idea how they started or where they came from, and I knew better than to rely on rumors. But I a

Creed's eyes soften and he takes my hands leading me to sit down on the bed. “Yes, heat. Your dragon and body are working together to get ready for a baby… usually the first heat causes you to get pregnant.. I don’t want you to freak out because it’s normal but it hasn’t happened in a long time, there’s no other female dragons other than you. You will feel hot, needy, uncomfortable and the only thing that’ll give you relief is to mate with me, we can try ice baths and other things-“ he says sweetly, before he can finish I cut him off. “No, I’m ready. I want you Creed…” I say breathy, needing him, wanting him.

His hands slipped lower, caressing her hips and backside beneath the water, teasing the line between reverence and temptation. “Dragon’s blood does not weaken when shared,” he murmured, his hands slipping beneath her hips to lift her, “but the power tends to favor a few and we call that person ‘Draken’. Records show no ‘Draken’ since the first has found their mate. Some, in desperation, took additional wives to tempt their waning desires and hopefully produce an heir—although their offspring won’t necessarily inherit their title.”

I tried to imagine what that meant, seeing as he said it so expectantly, but I could not imagine a wife and children that would result. “You said the dragon wanted a brethren wife. Why not another dragon?” “There are very few dragons left. There is no choice but to take mates from outside the species.” “They can do that?” That sent another baffling array of imaged through my mind. How was that possible? A dragon was a dragon… Most of the brethren were more similar to mankind than to dragons. Maybe an ogre… but still, my mind recoiled from the thought. He raised his eyebrows at me. “Have you never heard of halflings?”

Daerius is waiting in the hallway, a confused look on his face. “What is a Fight Circle?” He asks as we walk outside. “When a female dragon comes of age, males will fight to be their mate. Also, since female dragons are rare, when a female’s mate dies, the males are supposed to fight for her again,” I explain. “So Kailo fought to get you then?” He asks. I nod. “After I shifted into my dragon at 14, my father declared my availability. Kailo was the first to claim me, but then another man decided he wanted me too.”

’ I asked taking a sit beside him while drowning his half glass of liquor. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as his eyes flickered to my lips and back to my eyes. ‘Since ancient times, love between dragons and other creatures was forbidden. A dragon and other creatures cannot procreate a normal healthy offspring, any offspring born would be an evil creature in the nearest future as a dragon hybrid instinct would be to kill even from a tender age, so it was frowned upon to avoid this problem. But of course, there will always be those who disobey the laws of the gods.

"Dragons don't breed like other beastfolk. We lay eggs, and the little ones will hatch in time. It spares the mother much pain." My mind drifted back to my past life, where I'd nearly died in the birthing chamber and given birth to a weak, sickly cub despite the suffering. But then again… Kael had poor genes and was infertile. Carrying that cub completely drained my body, and the cub was so weak that it took a full year of meticulous care just to pull through. This time, everything was different. From the moment I conceived, Draken scoured the clan for rare delicacies and tonics. I had ten housekeepers caring for my every whim and was forbidden from doing any work. He'd fed me into a glowing

Sylar walked up to me and opened the bottle up. "This is catnip. Dragons are sort of like cats, big cats. This stuff will make any angry dragon calm and relax with a huge smile on it's face. You can give him a pinch of this to play with when he's angry, hard to handle, or misbehaving. You should keep this on you at all times. I should warn you though that older dragons get too happy from this and it'll drive them to want to mate so make sure you don't give this to him when he's older because it won't work. Trust me, you don't want to see a dragon in his mating season. That's where a typical dragon is depicted. Hoards of treasure, possessiveness, dominance, fire, massive size, a huge bed to g