Madre De Dragones Novels & Stories

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.’

Her laughter echoed through the chamber. "So you've returned," she spoke in a low whisper as she rose from her chair. "Did you think I didn't know you were there spying on me?" "You killed my mother, and my friends! You slaughtered my people!" cried Mantegor. "Nay!" said the dragon queen. "It was the treasure you stole from us which brought doom to your village. Zhyrtuk warned you that the treasure was accursed, but you wouldn't listen!"

The woman’s eyes bulged and she swallowed heavily. “Luna Eclipse?” she questioned, “Yes. I am Beta Elaine, we have come to offer our greetings and support to the Triple Goddess” “Oh my, you’re being serious?” she gaped. Elaine didn’t reply, only nodded once. The woman opened and closed her mouth a handful of times before she regained her composure. “Forgive me, I am Romeá, former Luna and mother to the new Alpha” she said finally. “Pleasure. This is Lunaya, Phoebe and Cleo over there” Elaine spoke, pointing to each of us.

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.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

When the cold winds of winter blow, the Dragon God is said to make its presence known. “That’s not true,” I tell him, tugging at his hair to tease him. I've been doing it a lot lately. Thalon often becomes frustrated, but he knows he cannot act against me since I am the Dragon God's bride. “Levabonne is watched over by the omnipresent Dragon God everyday.” “You're only saying that 'cause you're the sacrifice.”

This train of thought leads me back into my head about my childhood. I resemble my mother, black hair and blue eyes. My father had the bright red hair that all fire dragons seem to always have. The fact that I didn't have that fiery red hair was something that ,ade my father a little ashamed of me, but that got washed down by my mother who would find the trickery in his words and change them around. Which is why I have decided that not only will I show Maybell how awesome she is, but what she deserves also.

She sighs heavily, “hell, we don’t even know all that did happen yet.” I give her a weak smile, “I know, something big must have happened for my mother to shift.” She looks at me, “the roar,” her eyes widen, “that wasn’t a wolf Christov.” It’s not a question but a statement. I bite my bottom lip shaking my head, “no, she’s a dragon, a golden dragon, she’s rare and will only shift when it’s dire.” Her eyes go wide, “dire?” She pushes off me, “Christov, what would be dire for her to shift in front of so many people?”

I repeated, hoping that he would tell me he was just kidding and we could laugh about this one day. “Yes, Andreena. I am a dragon and you are my mate.” Mate? What did that mean? Was it like how animals mated or was it what he had meant when he said that he had claimed me and I belonged to him? “You are mine.” He drawled out in that same rasping tone. The way that he said it, like there was no room for argument, like it was just something that I should already know. “Dragons aren’t real and I’m not yours.” I whispered, shaking my head.

I could feel something moving through me, an attraction that I hadn’t felt before. Sure, he was tall, dark, and handsome. His cheekbones were high and his body looked like something that had been molded by the gods. It didn’t explain why a part of me wanted to lay my head down against him. To rub my cheek against his scarred chest, press my lips against those four ragged lines. “I’m a dragon and I've claimed you as my mate.” I didn’t say anything to him, I didn’t know what that meant. A dragon, that I was his mate. How was I supposed to respond to that?