Dragon Tribe Novels & Stories

That was because he was from the True Dragon Clan, one of the three celestial monsteriods. The true dragon clan was originally the king of the monsteroids. They possessed extreme speed and naturally had the ability to control thunder and water energy. They were regarded as invincible among all. Standing in front of Leigh at that moment was Drake Wyrmthorn, the son of the current Monsteriod King Keith Wyrmthorn in Thunderpeak Region. Not only was Drake Wyrmthorn born under the bloodline of the True Dragon Clan, he was also from the extremely rare Golden Dragon Bloodline under the True Dragon Clan.

“Darryl, you won’t be able to escape today. This is where you will die!” ‘Donoghue is really deviant and despicable!’ Darryl thought. Darryl looked at Donoghue and said coldly, “Donoghue, you tricked me and stole my dragon ball. Now you’ve joined the Raksasa Tribe. You’re a traitor and bastard to the Nine Continents. Everyone is entitled to kill you! As for who will die today, it is still unknown.” When he said that, Darryl’s face was cold and arrogant, but his heart was unsettled.

Every rogue lately seems to follow some mystery man dressed like a discount vampire overlord. “Where was he headed?” I press. “North. Said something about ‘clearing the path for the chosen one.’ Freaky stuff.” Trixie’s face shifts—barely—but I catch it. Her smirk fades for just a second. I feel it too. That deep-down itch. That something’s-coming dread. “Who’s the chosen one?” I ask. Dren shrugs. “He never said. Just that the time was coming and I’d get a reward if I ‘did my part.’” He snorts. “Still waiting on that reward.”

"Yes. Poor old fella hasn’t had a break. Dealing with triplets fighting for his position and his wife pushing him to choose. I thank the Goddess for the two I got." While eating breakfast, I talked to my father about other meetings as my mother tried to interrupt. Still, she knew how much my father liked to talk about responsibility, which was what I was counting on. "Son, I have no doubt you would make a fine Alpha," my father said. "But having a mate would make you stronger," my mother chided in, "and in return, make our little pack stronger." My mother always complained that our pack was small. She came from a small pack out west, but they were overrun by rogues. Luckily, the neighboring

Were they born to be so sadistic? “I felt it when you got close to Eyolf. The connection was so strong for me to take in. That’s why I was able to locate you.” “You felt our bond,” I whispered. “Yes, I did and from what I can see, Ragnulf hasn’t noticed it yet, huh?” “Yes, he hasn’t noticed it at all.” I looked down at my feet, hoping he wouldn’t find out. If he does, I’m doomed. I had three mates which were triplets and alphas.

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

They glowed red in the torchlight, not the warm gold of the triplets, but the deep red of fresh blood. "Who are you?" I whispered, my voice coming out cracked and scared. "What do you want with me?" He smiled, showing teeth that were just a little too sharp. "My name is Kael. And what I want is what was stolen from me." "I don't understand." I tugged at the chains, but they were solid iron and didn't budge. "I don't even know you." "No, but you know them." His eyes flashed brighter. "The triplets. Rowan, Damon, Riven. Your precious mates."

Like the lwa (spirits) say: “Pye pye w, tèt tèt ou. (Your feet, your head—you fight your own battles). Maybe I been wrong. I stare at the Haitian Brotherhood patch on my kutte. My thumb traces the embroidered “Kenbe La”(Hold On). How many times did I stitch those words into Dru’s jackets, her bags from the moment she was born? And yet… Dragon held her tighter when it mattered.

“Direwolves?” He nodded slowly. “They’re not a pack. Not in the way you understand it. They’re a hidden tribe. Outcasts. They are not werewolves anymore. They are wolves with elemental blood. The tribe born of magic. Fire. Wind. Earth. Water. There is much we don't know about them, because no one has ever lived to tell the tales. You must be careful.” I blinked, my pulse rising. “Are they dangerous?” “Extremely. But they’re also... powerful. Ancient. If you have fire in you, they’ll sense it. They may even take you in. Only if you survive the trials.”

(Stormy) That is true, The Free Nation of Triangle Guild are more like a collective, they only care about the city that they lives in, as for the rest of their lands, it was fairly lawless. They don't care about anything that happened on it. "Yeah..my team has spoken to the Elders that inside the Golden Triangle City High Seat…that, we will be eradicating that Warlord Bandit Group…so..don't worry, by the time you and your clan finished the Citizenship Mandatory Training…I will give you a congratulations gifts….".