Mother Of Dragons Lover Novels & Stories

Folkore lowers his head. " I know mother, but this girl is special, I just know it. Twilight was attached to her the moment he laid eyes on her. She isn't our mate, but we are drawn to her, and I'll be damned if I let her go" he says challenging his mother, and a huff is heard from the red dragon and a golden dragon lands next to the older man standing defensively.

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.

He also told me that his dragon was a gold color and was probably one of the biggest dragons and oldest dragons on earth. As my dad finished telling me about his lineage, my mother Violet started her story. She told me she was 538 years old and is a witch/wolf hybrid. She told me that her mother was a witch and father was a wolf and that they met at a shopping center in California and fell in love. Even though they weren't mates they decided to mark and become mates and she was the result.

My parents had shielded me so much that I really didn't know much and people classified me as naive and innocent. "Yes, they can do so at will. But, it's something special to every dragon. They don't just show their dragon scales to anyone at all, only to family or loved ones." "Tell me more." I said and both my parents laughed. "Why are you both laughing? Or are you lying to me?" I asked them frowning. "No, Amelia. We aren't lying to you. The reason is that we expected you to be scared and all, but you really seem to want to know more about them." My mother said as she laughed.

Havardr said with a sigh, looking towards the closed doors. "What do you mean?" Elric asked, desperately wanting to hear more about his mother. He felt Saffron move instinctively closer and he appreciated her natural tendency towards comfort. If what his grandmother said was true, it made sense. "Maeve was…well she was incredible. Not only did she posses the ability of the dragons but she also was born with Oda's gift of sight." Havardr said. Saffron could see the flash of pride that lingered in his eyes for his departed daughter.

Kael Ashveyn is no ordinary dragon king; alpha blood runs through his veins, a legacy from the mother who broke tradition to love a wolf. So when the mate bond drags him to Sable Windmere, a weak, powerless omega from the territories his court despises, his pride refuses to accept her. He humiliates her, ignores her, treats her as beneath him until the bond forces something in him to notice every time she's hurt, every time she's disrespected, every time she flinches. His wolf won't let it go, even as his dragon fights to. Slowly, unwillingly, Kael starts to change. And Sable, who has spent her life believing she deserves nothing, starts to wonder if the king who once discarded her might be

“And then he started looking at images of himself and me and…I don’t know, he said….” She stops and looks at my mother. “He said we were mates,” I start to growl, but my father’s claws come out, slicing into my arm, giving me pain strong enough to help me focus. “But then he said I didn’t feel like he did. It’s not true. I do love him,” she says, pleading with my mother to understand. “Of course you do. He’s your dragon and I’m sure you loved him before that, if you were willing to tie yourself to my son to keep him safe.”

“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.”

Although Mariah could guess, she said nothing. “You see, not only is he my son, but he is also the king of dragons, which means he is the father of all dragons, and his mate would nonetheless be the mother of all dragons. How can you expect the dragons to look up to you if you are not a dragon yourself? We dragons pride ourselves on our pride and strength; we cannot have a non-dragon lead us. Even if I can make an exception for my son, I doubt that our people would. Alaric is beloved by his people; the last thing I would want is him being hated by them, especially with this ongoing war with the gods.”