Madre De Dragones Novels & Stories

But she quickly regained her composure, her chin lifting defiantly. "You can't stop the inevitable, old man," she hissed. "The council will prevail." My mother stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. "The council is not infallible, Mariah. And neither are you." With a roar, Mariah shifted, her form morphing into a massive dragon. I can’t believe it. How is she a dragon? I feel so overwhelmed. Her followers did the same, the alleyway filling with the thunderous sounds of their transformations. The battle was about to begin, and there was no turning back.

he muttered, his voice full of a rare, genuine alarm. The creature that slithered out of the darkness was a dragon made of living ice, a relic of the Old World. It didn't look at Silas; its eyes were locked onto Aria’s bleeding hand. It let out a high-pitched, melodic cry, and from the mist below, a dozen more cries answered. "They're coming," Silas hissed, looking at the distance where torches flickered. The search parties were nearing. He grabbed Aria, his eyes solid gold. He didn't have time to hide her back in the wing. If the Council saw him here with her, his throne would be forfeit and she would be executed on the spot.

she replied evenly, “that when unrest touches dragons who have known peace for centuries, the cause is rarely political alone.” My thoughts drifted to the reports filtering north—of dissent, of whispered accusations, of an unborn child becoming a target simply for existing. “Madrigals,” I said quietly. There was a pause. Not denial. Consideration. “They were bridges,” my mother said. “Between realms. Between natures. Between what was and what might be.” “And now?” I asked. “And now,” she replied, “those who exist between worlds will feel the strain first.” My dragon growled low in agreement.

She said, making a barrier with her powers to disable them, and running again in the midst of the flames, behind her Alpheus, who looks at his sister, who hides her face in her mother's neck and hugs her tightly "Why are they after my sister, Mom?" He said, after they reached the Black Forest, that his mother looked at him for a while, then bowed to him while showing the face of his sister, who fell asleep from fear and fatigue. "Your sister, is the legend of the golden dragon. We are the offspring of white dragons. We are created to serve the royal family, and for the strength of our devotion to the family. The gods honored us. Every period a legend is born from our tribe. It is called the

Her talons slashed across the Mother’s back, carving symbols of the First Dawn into her shadowed flesh. The Mother shrieked, stumbling forward—only to be caught in a burst of wind and crackling fire as Tora shifted midair into Margaret, a dragon forged of sky and flame, her roar shaking the heavens. Her tail whipped across the battlefield, shattering every cursed sigil the Mother had left behind. Then came the storm. Chelsea, wrapped in a cloak of lightning and moss, Athena’s silver eyes glowing behind her own, raised her hands—and a cyclone of earth and storm spun into existence. It struck the Mother like judgment itself, tethering her to the ground. Still, she fought. Still, she laughed.

“To restore balance through destruction. The dragons’ bloodline was too proud. They ruled without limits. My wife created the poison that wiped them out, except for a few survivors.” Alex froze. “Your wife?” I turned to him with a wicked smile. “My mother.” His voice trembled slightly. “So… your mother created the poison that destroyed the dragon lineage?” “Yes,” I said. “She called it Aetherbane. One drop could erase a dragon’s spirit forever. But her formula was lost when she died. Now, I must bring her back in order to finish what she started.” The old wizard placed a hand on my shoulder. “The time is near, my child. You have done well, but you must be cautious. Jade and Kieran are danger

she says, her voice fading to just above a whisper. “What happened to your mother?” I ask and she sighs tiredly. “Giving birth to a Fire Dragon is dangerous, giving birth to a Fury Dragon, even more so. There aren’t many female Fury Dragons around because they usually die giving birth.” She stares at her hands. “So did your mom die then?” I ask, cringing when I realize how insensitive it sounded. “Yeah, she burst into flames just as I was born. There wasn’t even a body left to bury. My father raised me, that’s usually what happens, the father raises the offspring.”

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.

Every word bit into my flesh as he continued to tell his terrible story. "Let me tell you a little bit about your father. Obviously you know now that he was what we called the King of the Dragons. A god amongst us if you will. Blood Dragons are well known for their blood magic and it's a powerful one at that. If he so much as wanted to, he could explode a mountain with just a snap of his fingers." Drake snapped his fingers to make a point. "He was revered as the greatest Dragon. He was compassionate, but also extremely stubborn." He gave me a pointed look before continuing.

"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.