Dragon Wife Novels & Stories

I watch as the huge white dragon flies up into the air. “I’ve got the green one!” Truda yells, shooting her harpoon. I hear the scream of a dragon, but I can’t look. At that moment, the big beautiful dragon lifts up into the sky, screaming her rage. She and the big white one begin blowing air against us, pushing the other dragons back as the wolves go after the elves. They take off running, the cowards, but I hold steady, aiming for the beautiful dragon. I don’t want to kill her, I want to claim her.

Davina Katla is gathering all the dragon elders. It’s apparently tradition for them all to be present when finding out the gender of a new baby. I am not sure what exactly happens during this ritual but I trust the elders. Typically outsiders are not suppose to be present but due to this baby being part wolf my sister and brother-in-law have been welcomed. With the mating between dragons and wolves, there will be no such thing as outsiders anymore anyway. “Where are we going,” I ask.

The fire flared, casting them in molten gold. His body caged hers. But still, he did not touch. The fire did that for him. It kissed her throat. Slid across her hips. Sank into her skin like it had been waiting. Still, he did not claim her. He didn’t need to. The fire claimed her instead. But the court didn’t understand what they were witnessing. A dragon mating ritual was ancient. Sacred. Rarely performed before witnesses, and never before with a mortal. The fact that she still stood, untouched by the fire—wrapped in it like it was her birthright—made silence fall like a blade.

Mother's face reddened as she yelled. "The supposedly last female dragon was to come to our tribe that day to mate with another. It was to help produce a female, which your father and I were against from the beginning; it was all a farce. There never was a female dragon to give to Hildago. Once Adam broke the 'fake news' about a 'fake female dragon' being gifted to Hildago, he went berserk. Adam went as far as having spells planted on a smaller dragon tribe to go rogue, until they were wiped out by our tribe. Innocent dragons, Creed!" Mother pulled her hair.

Drake let him do its thing. Drake remained silent when they were in the elevator. He deliberately stood a little behind June, paying close attention to June's back. He didn't see it wrong, there was a sign and it was a sign of hers. There is only one dragon king in modern times in the world and that is Drake. It couldn't be wrong, Drake had slept with her. Of the many women he had slept with, not all brought up signs. Some of the women brought up the dragon mark but Drake just ignored it. However, June was different in Drake's view. After all, June was the only Drake partner he knew at this time. June is the Dragon King's Mate.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

When the cold winds of winter blow, the Dragon God is said to make its presence known. “That’s not true,” I tell him, tugging at his hair to tease him. I've been doing it a lot lately. Thalon often becomes frustrated, but he knows he cannot act against me since I am the Dragon God's bride. “Levabonne is watched over by the omnipresent Dragon God everyday.” “You're only saying that 'cause you're the sacrifice.”

The old man looked up from the table where he sat, finishing his evening meal. "Yes, Oda?" he asked his wife, who stood before him looking distressed. "What is it?" He half rose from his chair. She put out her hand to stop him. "It is nothing to worry about, I don't believe. But when I was scrying earlier I sensed something," she said, her brow creased into a small v. "Well?" he pushed, curious as to what could have worried his usually stoic wife. "A dragon is coming. It is one of our line." He sat down heavily into his chair. It must be the babe that Maeve bore; his grandchild was coming to Scarwood Hold at last.

Then, my Sisters in the priesthood filed away, none of them looking back to me. I took a deep breath, and knelt before the mouth of the dragon's cavern, arranging some of the treasure around my legs. He had to accept the entire sacrifice, or his fury would consume the people. He was a dangerous Master, but when he was pleased, the island of Drachonia (even the island's name sang His praises!) flourished.

After he nodded, I began delivering the story, "Arden, the name of the snake dragon who is our novel's male lead. He is the most powerful dragon on Mount Tateyama, one of Japan's holiest mountains. Arden has the ability to shapeshift into a human form in order to deceive other civilizations and conquer it. After conquering those nations, he will turn the population into slaves and murder all who oppose him. While conquering nation after nation, he got stronger and more indestructible, to the point where others began to fear him. As his name implies, he rose to become Lord of the land. While conquering the country, he comes across a kingdom ruled by a small group of people. When Arden takes h