Dragon Bloodline Novels & Stories

he said, and I looked into his eyes. It was true... the Pendragon and the Dragnoirs were the two ancient royal bloodlines. The fact that Adam was the one who inherited a title doesn't mean that he doesn't have royal blood in his veins. "So the dream is a military career and a mate," I recap, and he chuckled.

"You'll see. You will realize that you are now mine. I will be the owner of your child. And you—well, you'll either voluntarily serve me or die. The world around me appeared to fall apart as she spoke. The air became darker and colder. I sensed that her power was increasing while mine was rapidly diminishing. There was no escape. Not in this manner. But then a notion came to me through the fog of my panic. The rogue had mentioned something about an old bloodline and my abilities. Is this the case? Was this what I had been looking forward to? I summoned something I didn't entirely grasp by reaching deep within myself with the last of my remaining strength. That ancient force was boiling to th

” The First King bowed until his forehead touched the earth. “Father of Dragons” The words spread like a prayer. Father of Dragons. The First Flame. The Dreaming King. Aurelion. The being from whom every dragon bloodline had descended. Aurelion’s gaze shifted toward Verath. Then Elara. A smile touched his ancient face. “My descendants.” Verath pointed at himself. “You mean me?” “And her.” Elara blinked. “Me too?” Aurelion nodded. “You have both inherited pieces of the beginning.” Verath looked utterly lost.

He pulled her into his arms, his palm sliding down the curve of her waist before grabbing her ass without restraint. Mia's cheeks flushed, but her body only pressed closer in submission, and yet Marco's eyes never once left me. "You're unhappy? You think I didn't care about you these three years? A man out there risks getting shot. Some things aren't within my control. "This time when I came back, the Godfather personally promised to put the docks under my management. I want you to obey my orders and continue being my mistress." I shook my head and said, word by word, "I'm already pregnant. I carry the Godfather's bloodline."

His voice was iron. My body swayed. Thoughts clicked into place like shattered shards of a mirror. Not only had the gods returned me to this day. Drakon had returned too. Among dragonkin, bloodline was everything. I was the only trueborn daughter of my house, a rare Gold dragon. From the day I was born, I was destined to marry the Dragon King. At eighteen, I became his wife. But two years passed without a child. Healer after healer examined me. There was nothing wrong with me. That meant the problem was him.

Older than any war. I read faster. The Dragon God's bloodline was scattered across the world. Hidden in mortal families. Forgotten by time. But it still burns. It still waits. When the time comes, it will awaken. I press my hand against my chest. The Dragon God's bloodline. Hidden in mortal families. Forgotten by time. Could it be? No. That is impossible. I am a werewolf. I have always been a werewolf. My mother was a werewolf. My father was a werewolf.

My second brother, Drake, was the Dragon Sovereign, who held every gold vein of the dragon clan. My sister, Sylvia, was the sole Arbiter of the elven Ancient Law. The five of us were born on the same day. Our mother was the last High Priestess of the Court of Chaos, born able to carry different bloodlines of the gods. In a single birth she brought forth five lines of blood: the blood of the high gods, the blood of dragons, the blood of the elves, and the weakest yet rarest of all, the twin starblood that ran in Orson and me.

She looked down at his chest as more blood trickled down, his heart pounding slowly, his breathing pace reducing. Quickly, she pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest, cut out a lace from the end of her gown, and quickly muffled it inside the hole the dagger created. With her eyes closed, she bent closer to him, his face meeting hers and gently she inhaled through his nostril, her powers pouring into him fiercely. Suddenly, green smoke emits from his mouth, his heartbeat begins to race faster as each finger in his hands vibrates. Merga watched as her powers slowly revived him, the blood on him drying up immediately. Slowly his eyes began to open, Merga's heart began to pound faster as she r

“Tonight, under the blood moon, we witness the passing of power. Alpha Alexander Laurent, step forward.” Alpha Alexander approached the altar. In his hand was the ceremonial dagger—the same blade used by his father “I, Alexander Laurent, Alpha of the Silverthorn Pack, renounce my title and pass it to my son, my blood, my successor.” He sliced his palm and let his blood fall on the stone. “By blood and moon, I release my hold.” The ground itself seemed to hum as the blood moon overheard pulsed brighter. “Ethan Laurent,” Sage said, “step forward and claim your birthright.”

"They say it lives deep in the caldera, untouched by time. A massive creature. A dragon, essentially." "They say its scales are blacker than coal, and when it flies, it blots out the moon," Freya continued, her eyes glittering in the firelight. "And it only responds to one thing: pure, ancient bloodline magic. That it was the original binder, drawn to a kind of kinship." I was stone cold sober now, despite the liquor sloshing in my gut. Kinship. Bloodline. Easton had just used those exact words earlier. He was doing this on purpose. He was trying to test the waters, to see how we reacted to the idea.