Dragon Blood Divine Son-in-law Novels & Stories

"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.”

Another name in the bowl. "People of Stonehaven,"my father's voice rang out, deep and practiced and perfectly calm. "The century has turned. The covenant with the Dragon King must be honored. One among us has been chosen to serve as the sacred offering to cross the mountains into the Dragon Realm and fulfill the ancient promise our ancestors made three hundred years ago." The square was so silent I could hear my own heartbeat.

“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 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?”

“This is my cousin, Alpha Mason of Bloodhall Pack, his mate Selene, and their son Ethan.” ‘This has to be a joke!’ I muttered under my breath, refusing to believe that Dante, my second-chance mate, the man I’d bargained my life and my freedom with, shared blood with the man who’d once promised me forever and then planned to use me as a broodmare before discarding me like refuse.

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”.

’ I reply, my eyes fixed on the giant in front of me. His sharp yellowy green eyes snap to mine, before his gaze trails over me slowly, lingering for a moment on my breasts. Animal. A whispery murmur crosses the room, but everyone is quiet, not wanting to risk angering the Dragon King. “Xen…” Mom murmurs as she wraps her arms around Morwenna, who is watching me with sadness in her eyes. “My daughter, Princess Xendaya Araqiel, your bride-to-be,” Dad says quietly. I don’t spare him a glance, I will never forgive him…