Dragon Blood Divine Son-in-law Novels & Stories

He laughs as he says. "Your father killed my father, but we are the sons of the devil, we cannot be destroyed, not when you hold the power of life." I begin to feel faint as the fire grows more prominent in front of me, I turn to look at the monster as I say, "who is we?" He laughs once again as he says. "Davin, of course, my brother, the son of Jaleb and the God of the dark." I feel my tears falling down my face as I say to him.

"I am your wife, we got married tonight, officially, with the old words, in front of everyone." "I was there. I remember every moment of it clearly." "So then why won't you..." "Because you are drunk," he said, even, patient; the patience of a man holding three centuries of wanting with both hands. "Draconis wine is not ordinary wine. It is brewed from a berry that grows only in dragon territory, and it affects the human body four times more severely than it affects anything else. You had four glasses of it and you are sitting in my bed at midnight asking me to..." He stopped, then started again. "When you wake up tomorrow and you cannot remember any of this, because I promise you right now,

“Elara, no child can tame a dragon. Dragons are rare. Most people never even see one.” Liora crossed her arms and looked at Auren with disdain. “And how old is this child? Why is he so small?” “Elara, even if you are angry with Lucian, you should have raised his child properly. You cannot neglect him like this.” “My son is not Lucian’s child.” I looked at them coldly. “He can ride dragons because his father is Kael Drakon, the Supreme Dragonlord.” “And I am Kael Drakon’s wife.”

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.

“Punishment for what King Gavriil? You had attacked Aromania. Did you expect us to hand it over to you on a platter without a fight? We were protecting our motherland. If your son hadn’t attacked us, he would have been alive today. He attacked me and I defended myself. That was all. Death was inevitable in the battle. How could you curse me for it? Your curse was uncalled for and I’m going to appeal to the Supernatural Council Collective for justice against you if you don’t help me.” He stared at me as if I had grown horns. The pale look on his face was enough proof that my threat was working. “I was grief-stricken when I sought Thanos’ help. I know I shouldn’t have asked him to curse you, b

“I came because I have no choice. My mate is changing. I’ve seen visions of fire and chains. I need to understand what’s happening before it’s too late.” Aldric looked at her for a long time before standing. “So the curse stirs again.” “You know about it,” she said. “I served the old king,” Aldric replied. “Draven’s grandfather. I witnessed the last Blood Moon that nearly destroyed Drukbane. The same blood flows through your mate’s veins. The divine blood of the first Alpha.” Liora frowned. “Divine blood?”

I replied, a lingering feeling of sadness biting at my soul for the half-lie. "And Rothrar?" Mother spoke. "Rothrar is well, Mother." I managed a small laugh. "He is quite the advisor and would have made for a special councilor if he wasn't flesh and blood." One by one, the other dragons faded into the light, leaving my parents behind. "What burdens your heart, my son?" Father asked. "Why did you summon the dragons of old?" "Irun has come back, as you should be aware," I said. "Yes," Father spoke.

A father would defend his daughter’s honor, his grandchild’s blood. With trembling hands, I dialed. “Dorian, listen. We must stand together. Your daughter carries Kael’s heir… your bloodline, as much as mine. We can still…” My words tumbled out, ragged, the taste of iron rising at the back of my throat. His reply was swift, slicing clean through my plea. The line seemed to crackle with the words. “Never call me again, Draven.” “What?”

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.

He looked at me, looked himself, his arms stretched to me, unsure what to do… “Breathe my son, breathe…In.. and Out.”.. I touched his chest and shared life magic with him. With that he bent over and took a deep breath. The blood started spilling out of him creating a pool and when it reached me, it retracted back… Still on his knees, unable to move, I walked over to him. .. “Rise my son, rise Kal, My First Son, First Dragon King”.