Dragon Tribe Novels & Stories

I knew something was bothering Ty after our talk earlier in the day. I knew her father was from our clan, but I had no idea about her mother. I don’t think anyone had any idea about her mother and her family. Of course, I knew about the clan in Australia. Dad makes both Drake and I learn about every clan in existence, not to mention the histories of other clans. The clan in Australia is the only clan of all gemstone dragons in the world. It is no surprise that the black market would target that clan.

Although it was a little novel that Ding Hao had lost his memory, they didn't find it strange. Ding Hao nodded and asked them, "By the way, who are you? Why are you here?" Uncle Yang did not hide anything and said slowly, "We are all from the Barbarian Khan Tribe. This time, we came out to hunt demonic beasts, but on the way, we met these three Evil Snow Horn Bears. I think you should know what happened next." "The Barbarian Khan Tribe hunts demonic beasts. Since it's a tribe, it should be well-informed and know a lot about the Primordial World..." Ding Hao's eyes flashed as if he were thinking about something.

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.

I said. “Which is?” another man asked. “To my left is Tank, he’s a born Alpha wolf. To my right is Felix, born with master’s blood. They will head up the wolf and vampire clan individually and I’ll head up the dragonkin clan and together we will be the Grey Tribe,” I said. “What makes them qualified to be our leaders?” a woman asked. “Felix and I trained together in the Elite Hunter’s Unit and worked together as a team. Tank has worked numerous cases with us as an IT specialist, don’t let that fool you though, the big guy over there can be just as brutal and ruthless as the next Alpha,” 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."