Draconian Dramione Novels & Stories

​ Aurelia’s words came to an abrupt stop as she was pinned by Seraphina’s gaze. ​ “You are right. Now is not the time to be crippled by fear. Instead, I will allow my fear to fuel me, along with my love and my pain. I have lost too much, Briseis has taken too much from me. Not again, not anymore. I am Princess Seraphina, I am the future Queen, I am a Mage, I am a Dhampir, I am the dragon, I AM A DEMI GOD AND I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!”

(the great dragon is a gentleman) she cooed and resumed her seat. Rori picked at her food for while the rest of the table polished off their entrées and even started dishing out second helpings, it’s not that she wasn’t hungry but for some reason she felt like she was being watched over and her anger still had not dissipated, every time she glanced at Mina Rori’s blood began to boil with the knowledge that tonight was the first time she was seeing Mina Scopuli, her best friends mother, for who she really was and not who she wanted Rori to believe she was. Rori’s stomach twisted as she thought about the way she was acting and as the familiar sounds of Henry and her mother's chastising voices

“I don’t know that he the news his mother is training a potential challenger very well.” “If I have learned anything in our almost twenty years together, my love, it’s that a worthy Alpha should want to meet their competition on equal footing. It will be a good lesson for Damon to learn if he wants to lead our people someday.” Lucas smiled in agreement just as Rory led Osiris into the lobby. Thankfully, my team had worked quickly, and the place had been cleared of the angry wolves out for his blood. “He’s all set.” Rory smiled. “Don’t be too hard on him, no matter what I find out, he didn’t mean to kill that girl.”

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

When he opens the door and steps aside, anxiety washes over me, knots forming in my stomach. When the visitor steps into my line of vision, nausea sweeps through me. Dressed in a black leather minidress and a pair of red stilettos, my archenemy walks towards me. It's Vera. "Dakota, meet the head of The Six, Madam Noir," Landon states, and I stand up slowly, rage welling up inside of me.

I became relieved. The scene I had just witnessed came flashing through my mind. I couldn't believe what I had witnessed. The woman before me was no ordinary human; her ethereal beauty and shimmering scales revealed her true identity as a dragon. My husband, Rex, the Prince of the Dragon Clan, had betrayed me with one of his own kind. As an Omega I wasn't asking for much, all I wanted was mutual respect for both parties as husband and wife.

When the cold winds of winter blow, the Dragon God is said to make its presence known. “That’s not true,” I tell him, tugging at his hair to tease him. I've been doing it a lot lately. Thalon often becomes frustrated, but he knows he cannot act against me since I am the Dragon God's bride. “Levabonne is watched over by the omnipresent Dragon God everyday.” “You're only saying that 'cause you're the sacrifice.”

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.