La Madre De Los Dragones Novels & Stories

"I'm not doing anything. We are mates, so it is only natural for us to have this strong connection. It is far behind the point of lust. What we have is eternal. And even when we die, our souls will still recognise the other in our next life." "Is that how the mating thing really works? That means..." She trailed off. "Most times, depending on how long a dragon lives, and if they are lucky their mate gets reincarnated." "Maybe that can happen with my mother and father then." Catori nod. ''What are you talking about?" Rydstorm was genuinely confused. "Farrah, the woman I was telling you about, isn't my real mother. Catoriana was." Rydstorm visibly went ridged.

In her childish mind, she always imagined her mother to be the last long-lost weredragon that survived until the end of that tale and has never been found. At the end of the tale, one wedragon survives. And it was fortunate for her that the weredragon that survived had no legs or hands in her body, just like her mother. She had always dreamt of a day that she would see her mother moving on her own without a wheelchair. So Iyya had imagined her mother turning into a dragon one day and flying around the Zanzibar skies. Spitting fire out of her mouth into the Indian Ocean while Iyya stood at the beach.

I question him. I watch as his fist ball up and he gives a heavy sigh. His eyes close and no longer look out the window. "A mate is the gift promised to each dragon to lessen the burden of the curse from our mother. She was cursed by a witch. My mother's name was Io. A little over a one thousand years ago she fell in love with a boy and accidently killed him. His mother the witch was so angry that she cursed my mother to feel her pain one thousand times. Over the years, I guess she grew to feel sorry for us. My mother was never able to love another after her son so she made sure that we could. She gave each of us a mate. It is the only person in the world that we could ever be with" he expla

CX125 might mean “facility C, row X, egg #125.” “Oaestr,” I repeat, tilting my head as I walk in a slow circle around her, taking in every element of her very unusual appearance. Maybe wherever she’s wherever we are now, her name isn’t as unique, or as powerful–I can’t imagine anyone who would dare name their children after one of the oldest gods. “That name belongs to a very special dragon where I come from,” I explain. “They call her the Mother of Us All. From here, all the other dragon species on our planet were born.”

My mother crumples to the ground beside me, screaming in agony at the loss of her son, just as Eliane lets loose with all four of her elements, blowing everyone out of the air and off the ground around us. I stand, turning to look at my mate. I can feel the chaos in her mind. As much as I’m feeling my own grief, feeling my mother’s grief beside me, I need to focus on Eliane. My mate, one of the most dangerous dragons in existence, just went feral.

[Madison] Anders went to Drayce and knelt in front of him. “It’s okay, babe. We’re going to make sure he can’t make you do anything you don’t want to ever again.” “I didn’t think it was possible. My mother was one of the last full blooded dragons. He hunts down rare women to mate with. That’s why he must want Aria.” Drayce shuddered.

Mother Goddess- My child is ready to take her place among the corners but it is not my place to give her the throne of the dark-lings, that right is of her fathers who has yet to come to me. Drago is a man of mystery and his many centuries as a feral beast have changes his mind and heart to stone, only allowing his beloved daughter and grandsons in. “I no you’re here” he says from his place at the plush chair in front of the fireplace.

His most trusted men had turned against him and he hadn't seen it coming; he should have known but his attention had been stolen by another matter altogether. Zarek had dreamed of his mate. He had made a connection with her and knew she was near his territory. Dragons could feel their life mate when he/she came near them and had vivid dreams of that person. Her face was always blurred but he could make out her body, a body that attracted his attention. She was a mere five foot three but was built lean with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hips were made to bear children and her body was womanly, sensual and ripe.

Ona had been the one to show me that it was a history of sorts, a retelling of the foundations of the master lines from which all other dragon varieties diverge, "What if I were to tell you that Oestre had no mate?" He pulls out another book, one bound in black fabric and sewn with silver thread. "That the mother of us all was herself a universal dragon. A lone traveler from another universe who dreamed this realm into reality." Bringing the book to a table he opens it to reveal a wonderous illustration. Etched in metallic ink, it shows a beautiful golden dragon surrounded by shadow. "Oestre wasn't the first dragon. She was the last one," he reads the symbols on the edge of the pages, a lang

The dual element wielder gathered her magic to her feet letting her stand firmly on the ground despite the shaking of the earth. When the dragon emerged from the forest, Sophia was beyond awestruck. The only dragons she had ever met was Elijah and Gregory. And yet they were tiny compared to this one. Where Elijah was black and the epitome of darkness and fire itself, this dragon’s scales were elegant and shimmering in gold under the rays of the sun. It halted a few feet in front of her with its golden eyes seemed to bore into her soul. ‘Lady Sophia Laera,” a male voice boomed coming from the dragon.