Romans & histoires La Madre De Los Dragones

All chaos was rendered in a halt upon witnessing a calamity immerged from the Glutton heir’s shadows as she approached her supposed mother and her chained father. “Come, mother. Let us have some tea time. This daughter misses you so, you know.” Michael, Gabriel, and Uriel staggered upon witnessing a full-grown dragon immerged from the darkness.

Thick chains constructed of pure darkness shot out from his hands, tugging at the grass and dirt as he dragged them. Another explosion of crackling flame burst from the muzzle of the mother dragon, fast and calculated in a way I hadn’t expected. Apollo and Helios had no choice but to dive to the side, behind a charred stall full of ovens and display cases. The blast of flame clipped the stall and clung to the dry wood.

She already knows it by heart. She was so damn upset that she can’t call her own mother that progenited for her as “mother” instead she had to call that evil witch that didn’t know the pains of progeniting for another dragon her “Royal Dragon Mother'' even though she was unwilling, she knew that for now there was nothing she could do about it. She hasn't awakened yet, right now; she's just some common dragon. Wait till she awakens and she can cultivate! She will make sure that Lady Salsa is recognized as her mother as she was supposed to be. Not that evil witch.

They didn't bother much with humans, they saw them as weak and were at the very bottom of the food chain. Dragons were hot blooded, they burnt with ferocity as much as they did with lust. And they were those amongst them who liked the pliant and weak Humans in their bed, which was why seeing Dragons in human Brothels such as this one was common. Like Werewolves, Dragons had mates. Unlike Werewolves, Dragons could only mate once in their lives, they cherished their chosen mates. A dragon's mate was their inverse scale, those who were lucky enough to find their mates cherished them.

Elder Michael said. “Of course Elder,” Megan said and stood up. I wasn’t permitted to go with her so I waited with Felix while Megan left with all three Elders into an adjoining room and I could feel the moment Kaida separated from Megan. She was a beautiful dragoness, silvery white in colour and about half the size of Abeloth, which made her a tad smaller than a violet dragon.

I took a minute in concentration before speaking, “Because…because the King had taken my dragon, yes, I have a dragon too. He’s name is Wraya. The King’s dragon, Synthia is Wraya’s mother.” “Wait…? So what you’re meaning to tell me is that, you brought a dragon with you whose mother happens to be Synthia of all, and now you don’t know where your dragon is because the King has him? Is that correct?” The Queen spoke, using her fingers in a way to describe the actions. I nodded, “But before we came here, none of us knew that the dragon was his mother. We didn’t even know that dragons lived here until we arrived and heard the rumours from the village people around.”

The moon goddess smiled as her. “Don’t worry mother moon I am awake now. I promise to bring him home.’ Rosalie smiled looking up at her. ‘What my child?’ The goddess spoke in shock as to what Rosalie has addressed her as. ‘Mother moon, you are the mother to all dragons. Our creature and now that I carry one I feel like you are my mother to.’ Rosalie gently spoke to her fearing she said something wrong. She was a goddess after all. Maybe she wasn’t aloud to call goddesses mothers. She hoped she would not be punished for this. ‘Please forgive me if I have said wrong.’

She told my mother she wanted to be the one to do that one last thing for him. “Yes. And you should know that her mate…” Imelda is interrupted by a loud screech echoing between the peaks of the mountains. When I look to the sky to see where the noises had come from, I stumble backwards in shock and awe. Two dragons are headed right for us. “Are you seeing that?” I breathe in disbelief. Uriel doesn’t answer with words, but I see him nod his head out of the corner of my eye. His chin is practically on his chest and he stares up at the mythical beasts just like I do. Obviously not so mythical. I didn’t think my sister was lying, but I don’t think I really realised until now, that when she said

I can see that she is listening to every word. "All dragons were born of the same women, our mother Io. She was cursed by a witch whose son she had fallen in love with. Somehow our mother, in her anger ended up killing her son. When she went to tell the witch that she carried the child of her son, Magma, it didn't end well. She was so distraught and in pain from the loss of her son that she cursed our mother. She cursed her to become the monster that she saw her as. To never know love and to never know her children. For one thousand years she gave birth each year. When she gave birth she was in her other form which she couldn't communicate with. We still don't know what happened in her death

Then mother pointed a dragon with dark red staining its forehead. "Among the five dragons, this one rules when it comes to matchless prowess and strength. He's called the Vetrik Jihn Drakon, your dad's enemy since ancient days. There was much destruction when they once fought in the black days, the first year of Earth's birth." "But dad won, right?" I asked. My mother hugged me tenderly and kissed my forehead. "Your dad is strong. But careful as we are, we should be watchful of the shaking of the grounds for it will soon come. The gathering."