Dragon Wife Novels & Stories

Lyle put an arm around her to steady her, but I noticed his eyes came flickering back to me. A drow is a type of dark elf that are known for their otherworldly abilities. They are said to have a connection with the underworld. A regular elf connects with life and mother nature, while a drow connects with death and darkness. Two different sides of the spectrum.However, a drangel is something even more rare. They are winged elves that were greatly reduced in number due to conflicts with the dragons years ago. They are serious-minded and considered ruthless. I remember when I was reading a book, I confused them with fairies, but my mother told me they were nothing like fairies.

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

It’s been weeks since I last shifted, my wolf spirit clawing at the confines of my consciousness, desperate for freedom. One evening, after I’ve eaten the meal brought to me by those silent women, I watch from my window as the three dragons soar off into the fading light. Crimson, Green, and Black; Soren, Ivar, and Gavriel. Their majestic forms cut through the sky with ease, a sight that would have been awe-inspiring if it weren’t for my circumstances.

Nora slapped her, “Do you think I am deaf? I heard her (she gritted her teeth) does she mean, she and Dev, dungeon girl and Dev mated?” Indigo replied while rubbing her cheeks with a shrunken face, “If not they mated, why would our crown prince rip her clothes off? For not just to see her naked body I hope.” Nora breathed fire and her chest heaved in rapid inhale and exhales. Indigo added some logic to her words just to cool Nora before she could make any drastic move, “But my lady, if they mated, then as prophecy, the spirit of dragon would be made the flames shower. Our crown prince’s dragon is white and blue. So it would shower blue or white flames. Nothing happened ever like that.”

Arya stood frozen, as if his words had struck her like lightning. "Why? What does she have that I lack? Why do you all keep doing this to me?" Her expression twisted into madness. Clearly, memories of her tragic past life triggered and drove her to insanity. But she never got the chance to touch me again. With a mere lift of his chin, Draken ordered her expelled from the dragonlands and declared severance of ties with the lion clan. "The wife of the lion clan's head has committed the gravest of sins—an attempt to harm the dragon heir. From this day forth, the dragon clan severs all ties with the lions."

Having proven to be a great guard for his cause; she had discovered, alone, the home of the dragon and sent Shroud members to watch for movement. “What’s the news you have on the dragon and his bride?” The girl’s eyes lit up as she stood before the immortal man. She had been looking forward to reporting having discovered some wonderful secrets. "The men, with the dragon, are a fox and a wolf. They are also of the Heavenly Realm but seem to only be accompanying him for a short time. The wolf left the manor last night and hasn’t been seen since. The fox has stayed inside as has the family they saved. Apparently, they worshiped the dragon and have become eternal guardians to protect the bride.

Astrid marvels at the intricate web of their creation, attributed to the Sun god Helios. The Weredragons, too, drew him into their fiery domain. Born of the same sun deity, their essence was forged in the crucible of intense ether, granting them the awe-inspiring ability to spew forth torrents of fire. Leading this formidable clan is the figure known as the Dragon king who presides over their fiery realm.

She knew that was Glynis’s chore, and she could well imagine the spiteful blonde pouring a full chamber pot upon her. She couldn’t be certain, but she thought the small blue dragon that had attacked her as she emerged from the water was Glynis. After all, Dolag had commented on her uncommon ability to shift, and Brenna had learned enough during her stay with the Balfour people to know that mostly the males were born as shifters, while the women tended to inherit other types of magic, or remained without magic.

As we took flight, soaring into the starlit sky, my heart raced with adrenaline, each beat echoing the thrill of impending combat. Amidst the swirling chaos, I spotted Mariah, her massive, decayed gray dragon form looming ominously against the moonlit backdrop. With a fierce growl, she unleashed torrents of fire towards Ari, illuminating the night with an eerie glow. But we were quicker; Ari suddenly tucked her wings in, surrendering to gravity briefly, just as Mariah's flames shot past us, sizzling in the air.

His eyes were a blazing ball of fire, with a big flap of his wings and a large cry he sent the dragon flying backwards and landing into the sea making a big splash. He reluctantly let go of her and turned to face the beast who had emerged from the water. He swam towards him. Dragomir still in human form let out a deep earthy roar, one that commanded attention and was very powerful. He was royalty and he commanded his people with that roar, passed on to every royal, no dragon could ignore its call. The dragon had no choice, it transformed into his human form and swam towards Dragomir, he bowed his head. “How dare you!”, Dragomir growled in anger.