Madre De Dragones Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“I-do you perhaps happen to know where the dragon is kept?” She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “And pray tell why would you be asking about the dragons after you had your girl?” 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.”

I need to grab a book," I stand. Her eyes widen with worry. "Did I..." "Don't worry," I walk across the room and begin searching the spines. "It is just that there's something..." I find the book I was seeking, a catalog of sorts, detailing the lineage of dragon types. Spreading it out on the table, I flip to a page about celestial dragons. "My mother is a true celestial. We call her a Starfire dragon because that is the easiest for most to understand. True forms are so rare that it takes too long to explain," I point to an image that looks very like my mother with moonlight skin, but unlike my mother whose hair is as dark as the void itself, the drake in this picture has bright blue hair. "

"Humans were originally created with four legs, four arms, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, my father split them apart, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other half. Dragons have two parts-one beast, the other man, split into two halves. From the day he is born he quests for his soul mate. If a dragon finds his true mate, the curse shall lift for that dragon, but he will only have that chance once every one hundred years." My mother left me in the middle of the violent storm. I stood against the elements thinking on her words, wrapping my mind around her curse. Turning, I faced the lightning and swore that I, Angelos, daughter of Hera, granddaughter of Ze

"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."

It was then that she remembered, "... You are a hybrid. No, more precisely, you are half-dragon." "Quiet!" She waved her hand at him to shut up and bowed her head again, hundreds of pieces of information filtered in her mind as she recalled everything about the Draconic species as a whole. Dragons were mythical creatures all born from the Dragon of Pride Tiamat, a divine beast at the same level as Asmodeus. From what she remembered, Blaze, Sol's mother, was one of Tiamat's most beloved children, as between all dragons, she was the closest to Tiamat’s element and origin.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

“Were you planning on placing her before the king without warning her what to expect? Did you want her to be traumatized all over again when King Edgar turns into a dragon in order to fly up to his chair, only to revert back to a man when he is seated? Did you intend to keep her in the dark about what she carries in her belly? Believe me, son, if she was not pregnant before, I cannot believe she is not now. Venom or not. You have been with her far too many times for your seed not to take hold. She says she loves you. How can she love you when she knows not what you truly are? You must tell her and you must tell her now.” “Your king turns into a dragon?” she gasped as she inched away from

"Humans were originally created with four legs, four arms, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, my father split them apart, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other half. Dragons have two parts-one beast, the other man, split into two halves. From the day he is born he quests for his soul mate. If a dragon finds his true mate, the curse shall lift for that dragon, but he will only have that chance once every one hundred years." My mother left me in the middle of the violent storm. I stood against the elements thinking on her words, wrapping my mind around her curse. Turning, I faced the lightning and swore that I, Angelos, daughter of Hera, granddaughter of Ze