Dragon Tribe Novels & Stories

My parents were a part of a Triad that were the only ones that had a single Triad baby that lived. I have two sisters, Emerald age seventeen and Nephrite age sixteen, and one brother, Zircon age twelve. I was the only true Triad child of all three of our parents. “Sapphire. We are not trying to make you do something that you don’t want to do, but if you want to find your mate this is something you will have to do. The High Priestess and Dravo Darkfang will be going with you and Maxia Voltage and a few knights. We do hope that you will go with them and find where you are needed and belong,” Alpha Logan said as Luna Morgan came up to me and embraced me softly.

“We do not know what is coming, or how far into the future it will be. We know only that we are forewarned and forewarned is forearmed.” “Tonight,” Abigail took over. “Is a celebration of the Moon Goddess’ kindness to her children, the werewolves, in this forewarning in the form of the Triquetra. Our Triquetra,” she gestured to where the Triquetra stood, the crowd parting before them. Heath started forward, sensing Rhett and Cameron falling in behind him. “In light of the forming of our Triquetra, the pack acknowledges their rank, although it is one to two years in advance of their coming of age.

The wolf turned in circles, looking at Trevor closely and waiting for the best time to attack him. “Old friend, this has been on a very long time,” Denver said. He was not the smiling Denver anymore. He looked closely at Trevor. He knew how strong he was when it comes to fighting. His wolf was his strength. He had always shown that since when they were training partners. How dare he gets to be the Alpha and him an ordinary pack member? He had trained this two guards that he found when on a trip with all his abilities. How dare he take them down like that easily?

KALOYAN'S POV I cursed under my breath as I held my shaking hand. It was weak, and I hated weak. Weak had no place when I had a family and a city to protect. This demon was out there on a killing spree, and now, I would enter the territory of what remains of the druid clan. The druids were an ancient clan that lived amongst wolves. In the past, our kind fought each other. It wasn't until my father drove them off the earth that peace began to reign. They were back, and I could swear revenge had a special number on their to-do list.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

In the end, Thomas asked the last question. “Do you know the names of the two tribes?” Phoebe burst out laughing. “Nobody has known their names for a long time. Now, one’s called Divine Water Tribe while the other’s called Sacred Fire Tribe.” Thomas also chuckled. “These names are easy to remember.” While they spoke, their car reached a T-junction, and Pisces stopped the vehicle. “Where should we go?” Phoebe said, “The left is the road to the Divine Water Tribe, and the right is the road to the Sacred Fire Tribe. It’s up to you to choose either the left or right side.”

Soren had his pen ready. I sat across from my father and looked at him and let the strangeness of that be what it was. "Tell me about the faction that took you," I said. "They call themselves the Conclave," Dorian said. "Three founding members, all of them old enough that their origins predate recorded supernatural history. They have been engineering the tribrid bloodline for five hundred years." "Engineering," Soren said. His pen was moving.

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” “No. No I don’t.” Samantha was shaking her head in denial. Ruby scoffed and said, “The secluded tribe you went to get your magic and spiritual powers back are none other than the Nomad Tribe. You see they have a disease where their blood over brew. Their blood will tend to leak from their eyes, nose, mouth, and ears of blood. They do so until they bleed to death. Because of their incest they have defects.” “How could you do know of such a thing if you been staying on the Forbidden Mountain?” asked Duke Wild.

“You survived. That’s not pathetic.” His gaze fell to the bandages on his arms. “It doesn’t feel like surviving. Not yet.” I poured him water, helped him sip. When he was done, I sat back, folding my arms over my knees. “What happened to you, Juan?” His eyes lingered on the flames, and then he spoke. “My full name is Juan Elric of the Katana Tribe. Or… it should be.” I blinked at the mention of that tribe. The Katana wolves were secretive, brutally loyal to bloodlines and tradition. One of the oldest warrior tribes in the northern forests—high walls, higher pride. Outsiders rarely got close. Even the Seer rarely spoke of them.

He doesn’t have the abilities like his sister does. I tilt my head and grunt, “Drake is available. He has alpha blood in him, and he has married your sister. Plus, it would still keep the alliance agreement in place if your sister can’t return.” My last few words slice right through me. Trent bolts upright from the chair and slams his hands down on my desk. “WHAT! NO WAY!! HE ISN’T A MEMBER OF THIS PACK! HE MIGHT HAVE MARRIED TRINITY BUT THEY DIDN’T CLAIM EACH OTHER. SO, TECHNICALLY, HE STILL ISN’T A MEMBER OF THIS PACK AND IS AN OUTSIDER!!”