Draco Mother Novels & Stories

Drake re-buttoned his shirt, covering the scar and fifteen years of pain. "So I waited. And I watched him break your heart seventy-seven times," a raw agony finally cracking his composure. "Elara. No more." The castle doors swung open, and an elegant, silver-haired woman emerged. Her eyes were wise and kind, as if she could see right through you. "Mother," Drake said. "This is Elara." "I know who she is." Drake's mother, the old Luna of the Nightfall Pack, walked toward me and studied me closely. "Heir to the blood of the Moon Goddess. Welcome home, child."

The world will need her. Tears slipped down Raven’s cheeks. She hadn’t known. She had always thought her power came only from the contract with Death. But her mother had sensed something older in her — druidic blood, perhaps even a distant connection to the Tuatha Dé Danann that Lirael had spoken of. Victoria found her there sometime later. She knelt beside Raven without a word, pulling her gently into her arms as Raven clutched the journal to her chest. “I never knew how much they believed in me,” Raven whispered, voice thick. “They weren’t just trying to protect me from the war… they were trying to protect what I could become.”

I snarled, “is that I don’t take kindly to anyone threatening my woman. Let this be the first and last time you do it. I’m divorcing your daughter, whether you like it or not. It’s about damn time you understood that!” I shook him hard before releasing him. Magnus’s eyes blazed with fury. “Everyone out!” he barked, and the board members scrambled for the door. “Don’t forget what you owe my family, Draco,” he spat. “Your father never wanted you to know, but it was your recklessness that killed my daughter.” My blood ran cold. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice like ice. “You were playing with a candle in the nursery. When the fire spread, only you and Marla came running out. By the time we

she mumbled with a red face, I can't hold myself from laughing. "Oh! Nice catch, Daughter Dear. You have a good eye, do you?" she said. Moira coughed. "Where should Drake sleep? I'll show him the room." Her attempt to escape from the tease is obvious. "Oh, shouldn't he sleep with you?" Her mom asked confusedly. Bet Moira want the earth to swallow her, now. "Who sleep with who?" A heavy man's voice boomed from the same entrance Moira's mom has came from.

“How could I explain to her that it had been my own family that had done so much wrong to her? To tell her that in the past, she had been infertile because of Arion. Or the fact that it had been my father that had been behind it all. Pain clutched at my chest at how for a split second I thought about putting an end to her life, just so Dragons could cease to exist. At least then she wouldn’t suffer needlessly. However, losing her for a second time wasn’t something I would ever allow. Even if I had to kill every Dragon to protect her, I would do so without fail. She was the only thing that mattered to me at this moment. I was determined more than ever to give her the life she deserved. One th

"Because I don't want any kind of conflicts between our kingdoms in the future, at least not because of me. Though I have not seen how close you and my mother were, I have heard ample stories from my father. And he understands your anger as well as he also blames himself for my mother's death. And it's not a big deal telling you about me as the others might not know about the existence of the white dragon and the unfinished war but all the Kings and Queens from all the kingdoms know about it. So by reviling my identity, I am just giving a face to the information you already know" Lea answered.

"She was also very kind. She was nice to everyone. And she would have adored you. She would have spoiled you rotten!" Sansa... her own mother failed her. She scarred her soul so deeply that even now as an adult, she can not get over it. The trauma defines her. Will her child suffer the same fate? Astrid puts a protective hand over her stomach. And there is Diana... Loras' mother whom, from the stories she heard, was amazing, kind, and loving. All the things a mother should be and more. But she died, leaving her children alone in a place full of terrors.

“Thank you for the advice. I would not want to be injured by the dragons as they practice.” “Aye,” said the little girl with a serious expression. “Papa told me he’d tan my behind from one end of the meadow to the other if he ever caught me in the courtyard while they practice.” She seemed very serious about that, yet almost proud of the warning. “Papa says I should stay where I’m put.” Brenna grinned. “And who is your papa?” “He is the magnificent green dragon,” said the little girl.

Megan said as she kept on soothing Shelley. “Where is the bastard now?” I asked Shelley. “He has a house just outside of town out on Backbone Road, he’s not affiliated with any lair,” she said. “Have you contacted your father?” I asked her. “My father died in a car accident two months ago and I left the lair because I was willing to follow Alex,” she said sadly. “I’m sorry about your father,” I said to her. “So them being rogue dragons, what does that mean?” Emily asked.

“They were involved with them. They were both Generals in his army in the uprising.” “What?” I asked. “How are they on the council then?” “Well, that is the next part of my story,” my mother said. “After the terrible loss of Isodole, I was devastated. I wanted to die right there and then.” my mother said, “But I was found by friends and taken back to our own camp. I was in a bad way, after everything that had happened, and unknown to my medical helpers, I was also suffering the loss of my dragon. I dared not tell anyone you see.” My mother looked at me, the shine of tears in her eyes.