Novel & Cerita My Daughter Is A Dragon

she said. “I love you too, I should get downstairs and eat and then I’ll see you at school tomorrow,” I said to her. “You’re not coming over today?” she asked me sounding disappointed. “Not today, I’m not feeling quite myself yet,” I said to her. “What colour dragon did you get?” she asked her voice suddenly nervous. “Guess,” I said. “A violet one,” she said with a laugh. “Sorry to disappoint you,” I said. “Oh shit did you get an indigo one?” she asked me sounding almost disappointed.

Besides, one of the greatest Beastmen clans had a dragon as their descendants; yet Delores was referring to them like she did insects. “What is there to be surprised about?” Delores frowned and said, genuinely peeved by the fact that Kylie was thinking so highly of dragons. “The dragon you met was a child that had merely began walking the path of an adult. Even his father would be helpless against me, much less a little lizard like himself.” Delores snorted, her expression when she spoke of the dragons akin to a farmer talking about one of his chickens. “Little lizard?” Kylie stammered internally.

“The Mythguard are supposed to protect shifters. Why would they expose you to dragons?” “It might have been a breach, but I’m only guessing.” Muriel shook her head. “The dragons kidnapped my daughter and I. She escaped shortly after and I haven’t seen her since. Then a couple of months ago, while in transport the van I was in got in an accident. I slipped away and went on the run, but haven’t shaken them off my trail. I don’t know where my daughter is. I don’t know where to go that the dragons won’t find me. I’m sorry for bringing this to you; I just don’t know what else to do.”

, he paused and spun around quickly, his blue robe billowing around him. He gingerly fixed his crown on his head, “She will be in danger from Votigern, his cohorts and all other measly humans that are greedy for power, the power that the heart of magic possesses and offers…” he paused for effect, “Of course, how can we forget the dragons? Large mystical creatures, many times the size of an average human, they’ll tear her in pieces beyond recognition, you’ll lose…” “You would not say a word about my daughter again”, she said through clenched teeth, her heart heaving in her chest, “No one would know a word about where my daughter is, you’ll leave…”

"She is her daughter." Hayden froze, the faint glow of the smoke casting shadows across his face as the weight of Beck's words crushed into his chest. "S-Say again?" "The daughter of the greatest white dragon is going through the mission for this cycle, Hayden." He took a shallow breath and gulped the growing lump down his throat. "W-What? No... It's impossible! She's just a mere white dragon. Perhaps slightly more powerful than the others, but that's it! Nothing more..."

I raise my shoulders at her. "You met him already? Who is it? Wait, I don't understand. That asshole cheated on you?" Jodie went from happy to murder in five seconds. "Jeez, relax. I guess, I did meet him. I have no idea who it is. My mother says that my dragon will tell me. She just hasn't spoken to me yet." I place my hands on her shoulders and pushed her out the door. "It kind of makes sense why your dragon hasn't spoken to you. We get our dragons young, so they learn and grow with us. At this stage, your dragon is still a baby. I think she still has to learn to talk I guess." I look at her in utter disbelief.

Everyone said it was impossible; but she did it. Villagers spoke of her like a criminal, someone to be scared of. Killing the Elder Drake was a good thing, right? It had to be! She had grown up being told the stories of all the bad that dragons had brought upon the world. They were the boogeyman that lived in her nightmares. Mother had always told her to slay the boogeymen, the ones that crept into her dreams to frighten her. Mustering the courage wasn’t needed since she so strongly wanted to protect her home and her so-called “friends”.

With light steps, I approach him and grab him from behind, lifting his small body in the air and showering his plump cheek with kisses. " Yes, my little love?" I ask, taking the kissing session to her belly. He laughs, squirms and protests the onslaught of affection he receives. " Attention." Says, grabbing my face with both little hands. He does this whenever he wants my full concentration and like the doting mother that I am, I completely defeat myself. I end the kisses and put him on the ground, kneeling in front of him. "Speak up, son." "I want Dora." My smile widens at the abbreviation of the cousin's name. Dora is actually Isadora. Amélia's daughter with Henrico who is turning one toda

my mother says, walking in. “Not my fault that Princess Cyrene woke the dragon,” I say, making my eyes big and carefully blowing a bit of fire just outside of my mouth. She’s not immune to my fire, not yet. But it won’t burn her like it would others because she has my mother’s dragon DNA. She watches my fire, fascinated until my mother walks up. “Alright Princess, time for breakfast,” she says. “And you, young man, have classes.” When my mother picks Cyrene up, I struggle to get out of the bed, my joints cracking as I stretch and climb out of the very small bed.

"Make me a cookie that looks like a dragon!" I stared at the girl. My daughter. My flesh and blood. And she was currently waving a damp, wriggling earthworm inches from my prosthetic nose. "A dragon," I repeated, my voice sounding like I’d swallowed a handful of dry flour. "A fire-breathing one!" she chirped. She had a gap between her front teeth that was so devastatingly cute it felt like a physical blow to my chest. "And it needs to be purple. Purple is the color of royalty. Uncle Alaric told me so."