Dragons Mating Stories Novels & Stories

I stare at Dakota who is looking at anywhere but at me. My heart begins to race in my chest as the urge grows. This feeling dictates that I have found my mate. But, it's wrong. Dakota can't be my mate. I've known her since she was a child. It doesn't make sense that I am feeling the bond now. It just isn't possible. 'Mate' Orin, my dragon growls in my head and I freeze. "Kota!" We both turn in the direction of Dale's voice. He's panting as he runs towards us.

’ I asked taking a sit beside him while drowning his half glass of liquor. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as his eyes flickered to my lips and back to my eyes. ‘Since ancient times, love between dragons and other creatures was forbidden. A dragon and other creatures cannot procreate a normal healthy offspring, any offspring born would be an evil creature in the nearest future as a dragon hybrid instinct would be to kill even from a tender age, so it was frowned upon to avoid this problem. But of course, there will always be those who disobey the laws of the gods.

Philip It was time to pay James ex, Raya a visit. I had always known she would be trouble. Often I had heard her try to convince my brother to ascend without me. She tried to convince him that we would never find a mate that would suit both of us. She was wrong. Dragons usually used nature to choose mates. Fire will pair up with water or ice, Earth will pair up with water, Wind only paired up with wind. That was why we could not find a dragon mate because no dragon had two natures. Being with Jane made me realise the paring system was wrong. Here Jane was, an awesome human with no superhuman powers or nature, yet her scent and touch could cool James' fire and warm me up. It was love that mad

Tana, the fire dragon, was claimed nearly a year ago and now has two children with her mate. I had gotten tired of waiting to find my mate. I’m over 150 years old and I had no idea how long it would take to find him, so I asked Avani, who was available and willing, to impregnate me. He had tried to impregnate my sister, but it hadn’t worked, so I was worried at first, but Avani made sure I was pregnant before he left me. Two dragons mating is intense. For two weeks we had done nothing but mate, eat and sleep. Both of us have immense stamina, so I knew, before he left, that my egg was fertilized, and I was carrying the last pure dragon.

Shit, she hasn’t had her heat. “Will it be a normal heat?” I ask because this is the first time a phoenix and a dragon have ever been fated. A dragon’s heat is brutal, and it can kill the female if it isn’t sated as quickly as it starts. I remember one of the females from my thrall had her heat, and her mate wasn’t there. She didn’t last ten minutes. Unlike the other shifters who can mate with any unmated male or female. A dragon can only be mated with their mates. If they don’t, they burn alive.

he had the urge to ask, yet he somehow couldn't stop listening. "The only time dragons also lose heart, well entering a state of depression that is, is also when they lose that one person. But that pass is only given exclusively to none other but their mates." "What?" His ears perked up at the word 'mate' and he rushed forward to stop Darian who was about to take another step forward. "Hold on a second, you don't mean... like that, that kind of mate. Animal mate, mate kind of thing?" Darius gave him a blank look for a minute, "Would you like to find out about the chains or not?"

what did I expect to feel? “Austin!” The clear warning in Tristan’s voice was hard to miss. “Let me do this!” Austin urged, his voice lower this time. “Austin, she’s my mate!” Tristan snapped. Mate.. Again that word was spoken by Tristan. I hardly doubt it meant friend. And while I knew from werewolf romance novels mate meant a soulmate, a life partner. One to cherish and support. One born to love you deeply, but that emotion only existed in books, where one writes whatever on blank pages, to seek comfort away from reality. Mate.. soulmates, only existed in books, someone given to you, someone that kept you away from torment and destruction that constantly plagues life, a small silver of hap

Alicia explained. “An older couple raised me as their child, but once they died, their mean daughter came to live there and treated me like a slave. After all these years, he ended up saving me again,” Alicia said, smiling at Cory. “The truth is, Grandma, Alicia saved me. I was just paying back her goodness in bringing her here. But now, I feel God has given her to me…to our kingdom for an important reason,” Cory said, squeezing Alicia’s hand. “Grandma, what if a dragonith and a phoenix were to mate, would that be possible?” Corey asked hopefully.

I'm tired of being lonely, and it sounds like she may be starting to give up. Wolves find their mates by smell. They can smell their mates from long distances. Dragons find their mates by touch. We have to shake their hand or touch them in some way to know if they are our mate. If a she-wolf seems to be locked on me, I am going to have to find a reason to shake her hand, or something, to find out if she is my mate. This should be interesting.

And yet, my people were dying because of them. I thought of the high nursery caves in Drakoria. For three hundred years, the nests had been turning cold. Every season, fewer eggs cracked. The ones that did open brought forth hatchlings with twisted wings and dead eyes. Our own fire was eating us alive from the inside out. Without the blood of the First Vessel to anchor our ancient power, the dragon race would be dust before another century passed. Three centuries of war, nine conquered kingdoms, and our survival came down to whatever weak creature was hiding beneath those cracked roof tiles.