Mother Of Dragons Lover Novels & Stories

Aurora was a strange woman, she muttered a few confusing things from time to time, she remembered hearing her say the word and asking what she meant but she would never say. What could her mother be up to? “I know what Drákos stratiótis means… it's an ancient Greek word in dragon texts, it means Dragon soldier. Your mother must have known a dragon soldier” “A dragon soldier? What does that mean?” she asked in confusion. Drake hesitated before saying, “Dragon soldier means exactly what the name implies, They are dragons born to be soldiers for the clan. Dragons are mostly born into their roles and they are created by the flame goddess to bear the characteristics that are unique to them. It's

Why did the people she loved always get caught up in criminal cases she never anticipated? “Are you okay, Julie?” her mother asked, noticing how pale and silent she was. Julie didn’t answer—her eyes were filled with sorrow. “I just wanted to marry the man I love, someone who loves me back. But why is everything falling apart? Wasn’t it enough when they took Liam from me?” She screamed in grief, her heart overwhelmed with sorrow. There was nothing she could do. Her face reflected deep depression and stress, and her weak body just wanted to curl up on the hospital bed and cry.

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.

“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.

"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."

she whispered. "The Dragon Flame," I said, the words feeling heavy on my tongue. "It's the core energy, the mythical center of all dragon magic." "Every dragon is descended from it... and It's what my father wants." I paused, gathering the worst of it. "My jaw clenched. "I lost my mother when I was very young. I saw him. I saw him attack her. He tore into her heart with his claws ...he didn't love her...it was power play he wanted the second largest dragon in his family since dragons can pass from mother to child"

“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.