Novel & Cerita Mother Of Dragons Lover

The warlord stood. He was taller than she'd expected. Broader, too. Built like a creature shaped for war, but moved like he could vanish and strike in the same breath. As a child, she had often wondered what a dragon might look like in human skin—a question whispered between old books and nursery rhymes, half-believing it was myth. But if you ever did see one, it was said to be the last sight your eyes would know. And now, here he was: terrifyingly real, terrifyingly calm. A dragon made flesh. And he was looking at her like she was already burning. "You are Sera of House Vaelir," he said, descending toward her with deliberate, predator-slow steps.

, Dragomir asked. She nodded vigorously and stepped back, Dragomir squatted and held his hands, they stayed quiet for a while. Raisel strained her ears to listen to their conversations but she couldn’t hear a thing. It was like no word was said between them, however, she could hear them chuckle and smile from time to time. They stayed that way for a while before Dragomir stood from the ground, “His name is Ivar, he is a dragon. He will take us to his mother”

“You are indeed mischievous like your mother and I am glad about it. I like seeing you resembling her; it makes me back to those days when I saw her as a slave coming to the Mizenth manor for the first time.” She got lost in her memories smiling. I heard tales about my mother from Lady Markbill. However, the only memory I had of her was an unfortunate one. My mother wasn’t a normal dragon either; she was a researcher in the field of ancient history, going through old books and exploring ruins. My mother was a brilliant mind. Nonetheless, she got dragged into Dotoria and for other races, Dotoria was like a prison and hell on the planet. No one could use their abilities correctly and we were a

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

“So start changing it.” He watched me for a second, like he was debating whether to push further or let it go. For once, he chose the smarter option. “My mother,” he started slowly, “was some sort of dragon warrior.” Some sort? I lifted an eyebrow. “She was a dragon warrior or you aren’t sure?” I tried to sit up fully, but before I could, his arm slid around me and pulled me back down so my head rested against his shoulder. The move was smooth. Possessive without looking like it.

he explained. I sank back against the wall, my head spinning. Holy shit. First, her family history, and now this? Just… how many things did our mom hide from us? He opened the photo album and pointed to a picture of our mother that I saw yesterday. “Mom belonged to the Drignis family. They are the last dragonblood family in history. They were hunted by dragonblood hunters who wanted their power. Her parents and older brother were captured, but she managed to escape. She lost her only home.”

"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."

I said, and then smiled as I thought back on how we used to be before the war. "Your mother was so in love with your father, and I, being the free spirit, usually scolded her over how he was just a mere commoner and not of royalty, but still, she loved him.So when she got pregnant with you, she was so happy and shared the news with her bond, your father. I was also happy for them but absolutely scared," I said seriously. "I was scared of how my brothers would finally take advantage of the situation. My sister, your mother, was the strongest dragon in all our territories because she is a fiery dragon," I said as she raised a brow.

Everything was perfect. I knew from my parents that dragons feel things more deeply than other shifters or humans. Their love for each other was something of fairy tales. I knew when I fell in love with Cedric that he would be it for me, for the rest of my life. That’s just how we’re made. A dragon loves precious things – jewels, treasure, rare art objects and mates. Mates are the most precious of all.

"Should I be concerned?" "Probably," Alex muttered. "I need to tell you something about my heritage," I started. "Something my mother revealed in her diary that explains a lot about who I am and why finding my father might be more complicated than you realize." "I'm listening," Darius said while his expression turned carefully neutral. "My mother wasn't a wolf," I said while the words felt heavy leaving my mouth. "She was a dragon, a princess from the Firebourne line who fell in love with my father and gave up everything to be with him."