Mother Of Dragons Lover 소설 & 이야기

"Please." With another grumble, he begins the story. "Drakon, the king of dragons, fell in love with the daughter of a Goddess. He courted her knowing she was his true mate. When he finally consummated their union, he discovered she had given her virginity to another. He was mated to a woman who would never transcend. In his great rage, he killed her." We both remain quiet until he speaks again a few minutes later. "A dragon's rage is incomparable to anything you've ever seen. Mine is worse. You cannot want to be around me if I'm ever in that condition."

“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

"Liam Thorn is my choice." I interrupted my father. He was taken aback. I said calmly, "I'm willing to marry Black Dragon Liam Thorn." The Human Clan had always viewed Black Dragons as villainous, cold-blooded beings. No woman with Blessings from the Human Clan has chosen a Black Dragon as their companion for the past thousands of years since the alliance of the three clans and given birth to a perfect descendant who inherited all its powers. That was why the Black Dragons had almost gone extinct from the attacks of the Silver Dragons.

"Because I don't want any kind of conflicts between our kingdoms in the future, at least not because of me. Though I have not seen how close you and my mother were, I have heard ample stories from my father. And he understands your anger as well as he also blames himself for my mother's death. And it's not a big deal telling you about me as the others might not know about the existence of the white dragon and the unfinished war but all the Kings and Queens from all the kingdoms know about it. So by reviling my identity, I am just giving a face to the information you already know" Lea answered.

But still, I knew he was an ordinary dragon like them and not strong. I had accused my mother wrongly, all because I wanted to send her away, knowing she was the root cause of the whole problem in my family. My mother's family too was from the north, and most of them thought alike and also wanted Damien to rule and to take over all the lands. So she was against me for stopping the dragons from attacking the humans, and more likely she didn't like the fact that I resembled my father and not her, as Aaron and Lucy resembled her. My mother never cheated on my father, but she wasn't bothered that I didn't have an heir. So I knew she was fully aware of Zuri's ruthlessness in terminating all of my

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

The wind didn't just howl as Aria fell; it screamed, a jagged blade of ice that ripped the breath from her lungs. Below, the Dragon’s Ravine was a yawning maw of mist and razor-sharp obsidian. She was a bird with clipped wings, a sacrifice cast into the void by the man she was fated to love. He really did it, her mind whispered, a cold realization sharper than the wind. He threw me away to save his throne.

Somehow, the dragon avoided giving her that last bit of stimulation to send her over. Beth couldn't decide if this was the best thing that had ever happened to her or a nightmare. She loved it, she hated it. She couldn't wait for it to end, she wanted it to go on forever. This dragon was playing her body like a world-class musician plays their instrument and her sighs and moans were the symphony the dragon was conducting. Her books hadn't exaggerated how skilled dragons were in the art of love.

He smiled and scooted closer, nodding again as I turned the final page and cleared my throat. “In the beginning there was only sky and the world around us was young and full of endless life. The All Mother Goddess walked among the mortal realm in solitude, watching as the world grew and changed around her. She had grown lonely as time passed and was wondering what she could do to alleviate the loneliness. She soon walked in on a mother dragon that was struggling to give birth to her spawn. She was wounded and losing blood rapidly after another dragon had tried to force himself on her. The All Mother felt her heart grow heavy with sadness at the sight before her and chose to help the frighten

First the stars, then the fire. I sighed, shaking my head, I took another sip. Dragons have always been my favourite mythological creatures. While others adored vampires and werewolves, I fell in love with the magnificent dragons that soared the skies and breathed fire. I do love vampires and werewolves, but it was the dragons that truly won my heart. Vampires and werewolves had a possessive and aggressive side, I didn’t mind that, but there was something about the gentle, yet protective, creatures, these dragons- were simply drawn to me. Like me, dragons liked to keep hold of their own.. their treasures. I giggled, “Maybe, I really am going crazy from stress.”