Novel & Cerita Dragon Blood Divine Son-in-law

“They are like a million Lycans down there. How can you find one from this spot?” “That's why I'm the Lycan Lord's son,” I said with a cocky smile. He shook his head in disbelief, his face filled with disgust. “Just because you have a god's blood flowing through your veins doesn't make you a god.” I chuckled, biting my lower lips. He reminds me of Theo. I wonder how he's holding up after our last conversation? And how the hell did someone as fragile as Theo end up to be Draven's son. I know my secret was a big deal but he's — that's another level. And who the hell is his brother?

Seraphina's POV I'm dragged forward by rough hands, stripped me of everything but this thin white dress, almost sheer in the firelight, clinging to every curve of my body like a second skin. And there on my father’s throne sits Draven, the dragon king. He's more handsome than the stories ever described. Tall and broad-shouldered, with long, dark hair, and golden eyes. I see the faint gleam of scales at his temples, the sharp points of his canines when his lips part slightly.

He was born human, which left the leaders without knowing who his other half would be—a dragon or a wolf. As the god he was, Ryan knew the day the little one would be born, so when the three kings and their three children entered the Red River pack, they came to meet the child. Lying on the bed, as a dragon's body takes a little longer to heal, Lucifron had his son in his arms. Sophia was there, completely in love with her little brother.

Mother Goddess- My child is ready to take her place among the corners but it is not my place to give her the throne of the dark-lings, that right is of her fathers who has yet to come to me. Drago is a man of mystery and his many centuries as a feral beast have changes his mind and heart to stone, only allowing his beloved daughter and grandsons in. “I no you’re here” he says from his place at the plush chair in front of the fireplace.

If the dragon scales on his armor were anything to go by, then he must be from the dragon realm. Shouldn't dragons be more powerful than lycans? “Your woman? You're claiming my daughter right in my presence!” I swung around to stare at the blazing yellow eyes of my father. “Oh, apologies Ode–oh I should address you as father-in-law from now–” “Father-in-law? When did you marry my daughter, you impossible Lycan?! How dare you!” I could see the veins popping in my father’s head. “Father, please, calm down. He is the King!”

It might be my mage powers growing but I will ask my dad about it. I hadn't heard much about his dad as I did his mom. I was curious. "Where is your Dad?" "Not far from here. He was the Dragon Lord before he became the King of the Amyssian Empire. Red Dragons are stronger than normal Dragons so they are always trained as Dragon Lords." "So you are the Son of a Dragon Lord?"

Dante was mated to the Dragon King’s only daughter, Driscilla, who was pregnant with his twin Sons, and she had found Killian, the love of her life. Dante reared back and let his Dragon take over. The mighty blue and green beast glowed in the moonlight, roaring his anger, and then his golden eyes locked on to those of the ‘Divine One.’ Now the little human was scared as he understood he was about to face his own demise, ‘Wait.’ He shouted above the Dragon’s roar, ‘Spare my life, and I will show you where the Dragon Stone is hidden.’ Dante dropped down onto all four feet and shifted back into his human form,

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.

The legends didn't do him justice - the Dragon God was even more beautiful in person. Staring at him, I could tell that beneath his perfect exterior, there lies a hidden strength just waiting to be unleashed. The Dragon God’s eyes glowed with a fierce crimson red, and his cropped black hair moved as if blown by the wind. The spikes along his fingers and arms appeared sharp and menacing, but he seemed like he could retract them with ease. If it weren't for the black pants he had on, he would have been fully nude, his muscular torso with the finest of hairs on full display.