La Madre De Los Dragones Novels & Stories

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

The sound of my mother's name made me turn my head, this was my mother's dragon? How did I not hear of such a thing? I have to investigate this. "You said it's my mother's dragon, so if that's the case why do you have her?" Standing up from my seat as Aris helped me step down from the carriage, keeping an eye on Barinor as he wrung his hands together as he looked like he was thinking of a way to word things. "Your mother was afraid that if he found out that the dragon's existed that he would communize them as weapons," he spoke solemnly.

Blaze remembered. "That's the same one. I don't know until very recently that even Dragons originated from the fairy. The fairy goddess became sad when she saw her children fighting with each other, so she gifted the powers of the relic to three women, who most probably are fully fae or half-fae like my Mate. Then a dragon would be born as her protector and Mate. Together they would protect both the fae and the dragon races. So our mother decided to become a matchmaker. These three dragons are the protectors, who would be taking the thrones as the three elders" Drake explained. Blaze nodded his head.

"To whom will she protect me from? Who is her enemy?" "Her enemy is her desire for peace. Your mother, the princess of Aquatia—home of the sea serpents, ended the monstrosity of dragons by stealing the heart of magic from your father. She takes it to the mortal world to protect the humans." The fairy lets Amira visualize the things that happened in the past. "From that day onward, war broke out between and among all classes of dragons. The sea serpents become extinct in the process. The only survivor, your mother, has ended her life to protect her cause...and you must continue it, Amira."

They dressed in white, a counterpart to the order of the Black Knights and honoring Nayara’s bright scales. There came a time, however, when the forces of both humanity and Dragon would be tested, though not in the way any of them might have expected. Neyalha, the Dragon Mother, ageless and seemingly exceedingly wise, grew more and more restless. Her mate Gheyaral did not understand. Together they had created this world, and from his perspective all was proceeding well. Yet Neyalha continued to grow more and more unsettled as she observed the actions of the life she had seeded so many ages before.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

he explained. I sank back against the wall, my head spinning. Holy shit. First, her family history, and now this? Just… how many things did our mom hide from us? He opened the photo album and pointed to a picture of our mother that I saw yesterday. “Mom belonged to the Drignis family. They are the last dragonblood family in history. They were hunted by dragonblood hunters who wanted their power. Her parents and older brother were captured, but she managed to escape. She lost her only home.”

They were on the brink of uncovering more information about her family. "What Abioye family?" Matteo appeared utterly bewildered, claiming ignorance. "Who are they? What do they do?" Rozi felt extremely disappointed. "They specialize in capturing dragons. Aren't you aware?" "I've never heard of them." Matteo seemed somewhat restless, not even daring to meet Adrian's eyes. He was clearly lying. "No such family exists. Dragons are sacred creatures, no one can capture them." Adrian chose not to expose him. Knowing Matteo would stay for a few days, Adrian believed they would have another chance to talk about this. He was confident he could coax the truth out eventually.

“I saw her, Caspian. My mum.” “Another dream?” “Not just a dream,” I said with a cold certainty. “She was with him. With the dragon. She was trying to tell me something.” I looked towards the distant cliffs, where lava flowed like the earth’s blood. The dragon’s pain, the pyromancer’s ritual, and my mother’s death, none of it was separate. “All of this it’s still connected to Mum,” I whispered to myself. “That dragon isn’t just a victim. He’s the key she left behind for me.”

Ariella moaned, trembled, shivered violently, every nerve alive with intertwined rhythm of desire, creation, and fire. The citadel pulsed softly around them, molten veins glowing brighter, yet calm—a testament to their union and the power they had created together. Ariella lay against Kaelion’s chest, trembling, hum of fire coursing through her, knowing that nothing—no mortal force, no rival, no distance—could ever separate them. She was his. She was fire. She was life. And as the first faint conscious stirrings of their heir brushed against her mind, Ariella knew this truth fully: she was the Dragon’s Mate. She was mother of fire and life. She was eternal.