Dragons Mating Stories Novels & Stories

They may have had sexual encounters from time to time, but interbreeding between each other had never been possible. Maybe it wasn’t Visenya who had lost her mind. Perhaps, it was the Moon Goddess who had gone completely mad. What was the motive of mating her to a dragon? An arrogant, condescending, and terribly enraged dragon at that. Lucian snarled and bared his razor-sharp teeth just inches from Visenya’s snout. She imagined how preposterous it might look to any bystanders to catch sight of a wolf having a face-off with an indestructible dragon.

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

We read so often of a time when dragons fought and ruled with their mates by their side, how the dragon found his mate… but nobody seems to wonder; where it all began, what if I told you; that there was a time when the great Archdragons had no mates. The world was young and feral, dragons flew wild and free, high above the fluffy white clouds, gliding gracefully. The world was magnificent, with green mountains and creatures of all kinds, magical and normal all living in harmony. The most powerful dragons known to exist were the Archdragons. Each Archdragon was blessed with the gift to control the element they were born with.

It was the place where she felt she belonged, now and forever. "You know, in old times, and I mean old times like before my parents… Middle Ages, and even before that, there was a handful of cases when dragons were mated to other species. Plus, there is something about pure dragon couples that makes them infertile for the better part of the century. That's partly the reason why there's so little of us in the world. And most of the living dragons are now very old. Some of them never had kids…

His proximity was distracting but offered an odd sense of comfort. "Allow me to explain the dragon concept of mating. We are given a mate by the goddess Delphyne and can accept them as partners if we wish. However, if one partner does not wish to continue the bond, we can sever it with the help of witches. However, breaking the bond causes both partners to gradually lose their dragon abilities, and ultimately, the dragon dies. In some cases, both the dragon and the master may die prematurely," Darcus explained, reaching for a nearby blanket as he noticed me shivering, despite the warmth of the nearby fireplace. "Fascinating, but I'm a human, aren't I? So how can I be your mate?" I asked. Dar

I had needed the time, and I had taken the time, but now, without my dragon's fire, we would always be partially mated, never become strong enough together to rule the realm. Dragons were the only creatures who didn't have fated mates from the other species. A dragon might have a fated mate with the hybrids, who were born out of a chosen mate bond between a dragon and other shifters, or magic wielders, but never a fated mate was made between a dragon and another species, because a full mate bond couldn't be made without the "Kiss of Flame" which was how two dragons mark each other. "You will always be my mate, fully, wholly, with or without the brand, Vera, and you know that. Shade knows tha

He nodded, contemplating what I had said as he chewed on his lip. “But that doesn’t explain how you ended up being mates with Chloe,” he pointed out. “Correct,” I sighed. “Every once in a while, our dragon will choose a mate who isn’t human. When that happens… it is risky. Often, the female will already have a fated mate, and the dragon either has to reject her or be rejected and hope that his dragon might imprint again. But rejection is extremely painful for us, and results in us having to be put in a magical hibernating sleep for several years, so some dragons will live out their life mateless, always enduring the pain of their mate being with another. Rarely, the female will reject her fa

Should I let him? Not thinking, I throw open my door. “What am I to you?” In unison, they said, “Mate.” I abruptly slammed and locked my door before I pressed my forehead to it. Mate? How? Oh, fucking god! I pulled out all of the historical books in my room and some of my romance books too, because some truths are hidden in fiction, if you are willing to read between the lines. Did I miss something? Based on my understanding, dragons only have fated mates and mate for life like penguins. They can have a chosen mate but that bond is broken when they find a fated mate just like most shifters. Are The Trio not normal dragons?

I said, confused. “Well dear, your twins are your fated mates,” she said, and I nodded, “But that is only in this lifetime, and you do get two because of being a black dragon. But when you die and your dragon enters into another vessel, then she will have two other fated mates, but it won’t be your twin’s dragons. It will be determined on the mates of the vessel, or the human.” she explained. “Oh,” I thought about it, “So Jewels could have lots of dragons out there that she loved?” I asked, and my mother nodded. That felt sad somehow. Compared to a dragon, the human lived such a short life, and yet we dictated so much of their actions and feelings.

She fixed her eyes on Cory’s side face and asked, “Is that true, Cory? You really told her that? We are mates for the Moon Goddess’s sake! How could you-” “Dragons don’t do the mate thing,” Lennie interrupted her rudely, “Mate bond is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. We dragons won’t allow anything or anyone to choose partners for us. We just choose whoever we like and be with them.” She curled up her lips to a snooty smile, and then looked at Cory. “Isn’t it, sweetie? You proposed to me in the same season. You don’t buy the mate thing either. Compared with your allegedly fated mate, it’s me you truly love.”