Novel & Cerita Dragon Tribe

Alexander waved his hand and said kindly, "Just call me Alexander. No need to be so formal with Green Dragon." He had asked his subordinates to address him more casually, but none had listened. The group then returned to Moon Deity Tribe compound. Compared to other indigenous tribes, this one had something unique: heritage. In the center of the tribe stood a giant statue of a goddess, clad in armor and holding her Moon Deity Sword. The people of the tribe lived in low stone houses and among broken ruins. Seeing that Elara had brought guests, the tribe members came out to greet them warmly.

I guess even if I took the girl out of the battle, the battle didn’t necessarily leave the girl. "Not quite." Pixie’s mother responded. "Our men haven’t gone to war just yet." "Who are they facing?" I asked, growing curious myself. "I always heard that the Baculum tribe were a peaceful people." Was there something happening that I wasn’t aware of? "The Doragon Pack." Pixie spat, answering my question before her mother could. At her words, I felt my curiosity peak. It seemed that the Doragon people were burning many bridges recently. "You’re after them too?" Arissa asked. "That’s actually quite a coincidence. We too are on our way to have a…word… with them."

Drake spoke to one of the warriors and the man shifted and ran back towards their pack. “He’s bringing the car,” Drake said and Troy nodded. Even though he hated the idea of bringing the rogues into their pack grounds, he wouldn’t let the pregnant woman walk that far. “My name’s Rico, Alpha of the former Red Moon Pack, this is my Luna, Adriana,” Rico said and turned back to his small pack. “That’s my Beta, Jimmy, my Gamma, Leon, my warriors, Jake, Warren and Duncan. That’s Olivia and the two kids are Josh and Clementine. We’re all that’s left of Red Moon.”

After that, the man led Adrian back to their place. Along the way, Adrian learned that the man's name was Lamar Weber, and he belonged to the Weber family. The Webers were a tribe in this region. However, they were not clear about the name of the region, and they just referred to it as the "Dragon Domain.” Adrian believed this place was likely the legendary burial ground of the nine dragons. It seemed he had come to the right place. He just had not expected humans to inhabit this place.

“No, I don’t think messages got crossed. Wait... did you say Danu?” Father chuckled and faced her again. “Yes, young one. She has a name, just like Mother, and me, and everyone in the Upper. You children always have such wonder in your eyes when you emerge after the Final Binding. That is why we call you children, even though you never truly were.” Gilly’s gaze drifted to his thermal markings. They shimmered across his skin; royal, opalescent, unlike any she had ever seen. Every being on Triune carried a fragment of his genetic material, but his markings were the original, the source.

Back and forth. “You imagined it,” I muttered under my breath. “It was the lighting. The music. The champagne.” But the memory burned too clearly, the purple light. It wasn’t symbolic, it wasn’t imagination. It was the mark of the mate bond. Visible only to the bonded pair. I wasn’t supposed to see it. Unless… “Ugh!” Frustration ripped out of me as I dragged both hands through my hair. Maybe this was another one of their games. The triplets had always been dangerous in their own way. Charming when they wanted something. Ruthless when they didn’t get it. Maybe this was some elaborate psychological trap, a cruel manipulation designed to destabilize me.

"Dragons, living among humans." "For centuries," Marcus confirmed, navigating through traffic with preternatural precision. "Though 'dragon' is an oversimplification. The ancient texts called us *Kasarith-Vos*—'those who bridge realms.'" "Your writing captured it rather well," Xaihuang remarked. "The elemental affinities, the societal structures. Quite impressive for someone operating on subconscious memory." Sage stared at her phone, where DragonCoin updates continued to flood in. "If I could access these memories without knowing it, then whoever created DragonCoin might be in the same position—channelling dragon knowledge through technology without understanding the consequences."

“As discussed at our last informal meeting I’d like to introduce to you exiled Sire Ryder Grey,” Peyton said. “Thank you Peyton,” I said and looked at the group of people in front of me. “I can’t be your Sire here or officially claim this as my territory, but I can be your Chief,” I said. “It doesn’t matter what you’re called, as long as we can unify all of us,” Peyton said and a few men also nodded their heads. “You all make up your own clans, vampires, wolves and dragonkin. Clans that bind together is a tribe, the leader of a tribe is a chief. I’ve had numerous discussions about what you all want and I’ll do this on one condition only,” I said.

"We’re Lycan royalty. The Blackwood name isn't just a business brand. It’s a crown. My 'gang'? That’s a military front to keep our borders safe. Silas’s companies? They fund the war we’ve been fighting for centuries." ​"I don't care about your wars!" I yelled. "I'm a human! I have a life!" ​"That's the part you aren't getting," Alaric said softly. He leaned forward, his hands clasped between his knees. "By sleeping with me, the Mark didn't just tie you to me. We are triplets. We share a soul, a bloodline, and a throne. You are physically and spiritually bonded to all three of us simultaneously."

Unless, and Rhett considered the people again, taking in their dishevelment, the shadows under their eyes, and the way the fight had gone out of them, these weren’t the Rideten pack and had been brought in from somewhere else, where they had been held for some time. “Hey,” he said and saw several of those nearby look up in alarm, mothers moving to protectively place themselves nearer their children, whilst the men rose to their feet, tensing. “We’re Les Guerriers Sanctifies from Havermouth,” he held out his hands, palms forward. “Where are you all from?” “Redbank,” the woman nearest to him whispered. “We’re from regional Redbank.”