Dragon Tribe Novels & Stories

Hector blurted out – this time, rage was undeniably dripping from his tone of voice. He stared at him curiously. “What do you mean?” Hunter asked his brother – this time, his entire attention was on him. Hector glared at him angrily. “The Triad… They are back… And they are celebrating a huge thing… Something about marrying someone that could help their pack…” Hector finally declared – as he looked at Henry. Henry nodded his head – as if Hector was allowing him to tell him everything. “They are now bluntly taking the South Side, Master Hunter.” He started – as he looked at him.

Trixie was about to rearrange this whole forest. A few minutes earlier: Shawna and Tavie: “Damnit did you hear that?” Shawna said, at the cave opening trying to see pass the waterfall. “Yes, I think we all heard it, what the fuck is Trixie doing.” Tavie said pacing the cave floor. “I don’t know, but if she’s using her grenades it can’t be good.” Shawna said, looking worried. “ Fuck it, we are leaving now, whatever Trixie is fighting we need to be there to help. Dradon doesn’t have his dragon, so they will need help for whatever is out there.” Tavie said, as he gathered their stuff. “What about the kids, should we leave them here?” Shawna asked looking worried. “No, we want to help.” Razz sai

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.

"Wolves who were cursed with blood hunger. Outcasts who learned to embrace what they became instead of fighting it." A tall woman approached us, her silver hair braided with bone ornaments and her pale skin marked with intricate scars. This was Maya, my most trusted lieutenant, though Liora didn't need to know that yet. "So this is the famous Luna," Maya said, her voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. "The one who's had the triplets in such turmoil." "I'm not their Luna anymore," Liora replied firmly. "I'm not anyone's Luna." Maya smiled, showing teeth that were filed to sharp points. "Good. Being someone's possession is so limiting."

(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….".

I said to Christian pushing him lightly on the shoulder, as we exit the cave. "Because back then it's the dragon spirit in them that departed from the ashes, and then leaves the marks. Since great-gran no longer has the spirit of a dragon, I guess we can say that's the cause." He explained and I nod my head. Made sense. "Well I'm happy my work to your clan is done. You can now walk with me in broad daylight, without being afraid of getting the needle." I smiled happily. "Yes that's true. And not just I, but the entire clan owe it to you. Thanks Anastasia." His arms went around my neck in one swing, I rested my head on his shoulder.

It was the perfect place for a secret meeting. Ghraht recognized Lido, the war chief of the Swer tribe. He always considered him one of the more intelligent chieftains, and as his tribe was far to the north, he never had many casualties in the war with the dwarves. His tribe prospered and was one of the richest tribes in Zanestor. His army was small, and his attacks on dwarven territories few in number. Ghraht waited for Lido to speak first. Lido said: “What are you doing Ghraht? Goblin against goblin? Are you insane? Is the high