Dragon Bloodline Novels & Stories

He laughed and said, "Our old friend, whom we've been with for decades, knows we are here. Let's go and meet him." He disappeared instantly and landed at the top of the mountain after a short moment. Jorge arrived later. He concentrated his mind and observed the surroundings. Lucifer glanced around and instantly saw the trap. He glared at it with disdain. It was a trap set up for attack; he could disable the formation with a snap of his fingers. Furthermore, nothing could stop him from moving forward, no matter what lay in front of him. Aurelia's Dragon Bloodline was said to be the most powerful bloodline. He, who possessed the Angelic Bloodline, knew how powe

“The mate-bond does not hold as it should. The moon will not claim a wolf who is… tainted. The line is corrupt. They try with other wolves, but they are sterile with his touch, or the pups die. It’s not chance, Silas. It’s bloodline. Witchcraft makes it so.” I clenched my jaw so hard my teeth hurt. “And Draco? What does he have to do with this?” Roderick grinned, a slow predator’s smile. “Draco does what Draco does. He sees patterns and profits. Bianca’s line is valuable. Control the line, control the influence. If Damien cannot bond, one could, one with royal blood and witchcraft... could breed into the royal line strategically, and shape heirs in secret. Draco wanted a bloodline he could m

Uncle Drake exclaimed. “Open your mouth. Don’t speak. Otherwise, my blood will go to waste,” Martiny said irrefutably. She was an Exorcist Dragon, and she was the bloodline of Guardian of the Ancestor Dragon. For Uncle Drake, a Dragon Guardian, her blood was a kind of holy medicine. “Aunt, we were just worried about not being able to find Izanami Shrine. We didn’t expect you to escape on your own. What about the rest?” Alex asked.

He and I both descend from dragons, though his bloodline is far closer to the source than mine. Emory glanced at Rodyn, unable to respond as his voice continued in her head. He is pure Lycan royalty. His bloodline on both sides is pure and that makes him something else. Even though it shouldn’t be possible, he can command Dracan because of it. Just as Dante stepped in, Emory turned around to face him, piecing things together. He was a Dracan but told her he wasn’t. Why did he continue to lie to her? He made it so hard to trust him.

My lips twitched at the sight. “What happened to it?” I raised an eyebrow, wondering what Efrain did to make it so terrified, as if it saw a ghost or something. “I just gave it a lesson and suppressed it with my bloodline.” “Huh? Bloodline suppression?” Efrain nodded and said, “Yes, master. This snake has a bit of dragon bloodline but is impure, probably because it evolved from a normal creature. Our bloodline is superior and suppresses the inferior bloodline. Of course, your bloodline is the purest and most noble. You can also suppress other divine beasts as long as it has a dragon bloodline.”

“Was she there?” Draven didn’t answer immediately. Which terrified me more than if he had. Kaelor’s voice lowered slightly. “Draven.” Finally, he spoke. “Yes.” The room went cold. Rhydan frowned sharply. “There during what?” Draven looked directly at me now. “The night you were divided.” My breath caught. Arinya looked between all of us in confusion. “Divided how?” Nobody answered her. Because I still didn’t fully understand it myself. Draven stepped closer carefully. “There are some bloodlines born carrying too much of the old bond.”

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

Yet, in the end, he was the one who struggled to accept his son’s mate. “Royal purple dragon blood is sacred,” Alaric said, causing everyone to glance at him. “And if Iris insists that Mariah spilled it, then accept the blood of the golden dragon as compensation.” And with that, he grew a claw and slashed himself, spilling his blood. “Nay,” all the Lords shouted. Purple dragon blood may be sacred, but it was not as sacred as the blood of a golden dragon, which is born rarely. They have never been more than one golden dragon alive in the dragon land, hence why they don’t have a clan for it.

It was strictly forbidden by the pack rules for any werewolf to remain in their tents during the morning work hours. _But who cares? The rules were meant for others, not me._ My name is Samantha Emberwood. I was born half-werewolf, half-nymph, under a special lineage of wolf known as Purebred. Unlike others of my kind who have the ability to transform and communicate directly with their wolves, Purebreds possess the ability to separate from their inner wolf, creating a special bond that grants us control and mastery over their abilities. In the entire Dawn Runner pack, I'm the only one born with the Purebred Bloodline. Rumor has it that I inherited my abilities from my birth mother. But the

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.