Madre De Dragones Novels & Stories

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

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

Aurora was a strange woman, she muttered a few confusing things from time to time, she remembered hearing her say the word and asking what she meant but she would never say. What could her mother be up to? “I know what Drákos stratiótis means… it's an ancient Greek word in dragon texts, it means Dragon soldier. Your mother must have known a dragon soldier” “A dragon soldier? What does that mean?” she asked in confusion. Drake hesitated before saying, “Dragon soldier means exactly what the name implies, They are dragons born to be soldiers for the clan. Dragons are mostly born into their roles and they are created by the flame goddess to bear the characteristics that are unique to them. It's

“So tell me are there other dragons around the world or are we all that’s left?” Gaz with a look of sadness in his eyes said,” Unfortunately we here are all that I know that have survived an attack on our race by sorcerers and witches who teamed up with other shifters to kill us off the face of the earth. I am very sorry to have heard about Xander and Carla. I know you don’t remember but I am a cousin to your mother. I used to come here many years ago after Carla and Xander became mates. Your mother was carrying you and swore me to secrecy never to tell a soul about you. They kept you hid from the world because they knew you would be more powerful and gifted than any dragon. It was an old pr

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

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.

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

Peace and love wash over me and I feel Regina vibrate with joy. My mother looks at me, “Avery, my dear sweet Avery, it is time you know the truth. You were a gift to us by the gods themselves. You are The Mother Of Dragons, because the blood of Tiamat flows within you, and her spirit resides in Regina. Your abilities will surface as you accept who and what you are, and draw strength from your mate bonds. We need you to bring the storm, to ensure that dragons survive the coming mass extinction.” As she said that, I felt a hand grab me. I turned, “Cassius!”

Leonard said with a grin. "You really are disgusting, Leonard," Draco replied dryly. "You still haven't got any clue who this dragon's identity is, Draco? What a pity! I beheaded her like they beheaded my mother. Really sorry for your mother. Even his own son doesn't recognize her head," Leonard replied with a sneering smile. Draco's eyes widened in shock and burned with anger. His body was boiling. His mother? So this dragon head was his birth mother's head? So even if Draco had won the battle, he would never have resurrected his mother because dragons that have died couldn't live anymore. Draco clenched his fists as his body shook violently.

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.”