Novel & Cerita My Daughter Is A Dragon

I said to her. “So what’s my job then?” she asked me. “Your job is to support me and the lair. If I’m the father of all our dragonkin then you are their mother. You attend various functions with me, meetings with other dragonkin, you nurture the lair, organize functions here that we have to hold, visit the elderly in the hospital, congratulate members when they have children, stuff like that. It doesn’t really leave you with a lot of time for a job,” I said.

“It is an honor to finally meet you young one. I am Katla, the elder fire dragon. This here is Lumi, the elder ice dragon. Chandra, the elder water dragon. Anil, the elder wind dragon and Terran, the elder earth dragon. Together we have ensured the dragons survival here in the elf realm. We have looked forward to your return and lead us home.” “It is an honor to meet you all. This is my daughter Maliyah.” “Fascinating. I’ve never seen a young silver dragon shift before,” says Lumi. “Are you able to be in control of your powers, Maliyah,” asks Anil. “Yes,” Maliyah replies. “And what powers do you have more of a connection to,” asks Chandra. “Earth and fire.” “Very interesting,” says Terran. “

she replied to her daughter “No mother, they are Dragon wings… I told you I saw dragon here today… a big brown Dragon….” Tresilia justified with firm yet baby voice. “Tresilia, there is no such creature as Dragon… stops this nonsense….” her mother scolded her and threw bunch of sharp glares in my direction “Next time, be careful… I don’t want to see you around my daughter….” her mother said to me angrily and literally pulled away her daughter like sack of potato bag with her.

Zephyr says to him, stepping away from a healed Themistocles. “I thought she was. And I think she probably was when I knew her, but now she’s a dragon. I'm guessing her father did this to her. Maybe he always planned to do this to her. But she's not just any dragon, dad. She’s as big as I am and her scales are the color of all the gems.” He looks around at the group of dragons being healed.

Within seconds, they saw a green dragon in giant size. The size of the Dragon’s body could fill the entire abyss of snakes. Fergodo and Deril looked worried, but Queenie. The girl looked at the Dragon with a radiant gaze. She pointed her sword at the giant Dragon. “Argo! Queenie is the daughter and descendant of King Darian! I am the sole heir to the Bright River Kingdom! I’m asking for your help to get rid of all these snakes. Get rid of everything that stands in our way!” Queenie’s sound made Deril turn his head. He did not believe that the beautiful girl had the power to control the Dragon. It turned out that she was not as stupid as Deril thought.

Three years later. Soccer cleats by the door. Pink glitter shoes abandoned in the hallway. Crayon drawings taped proudly to the fridge dragons, hearts, a very questionable family portrait where Grayson somehow had purple hair. My daughter, Hannah, stood in the middle of the living room in a sparkly cape. “I am NOT a princess,” she declared fiercely. “I am a warrior.” Her older brother nodded solemnly. “She fought a dragon before she was even born.”

she moved her attention to the other side of the plate, "These are dragons. And this here, what looks like a modest crown…." "Ok, honey, but what this all means? What is it?" Ethan was the first one to voice what everyone thought. Once she was back on the sofa, she spoke: "Roughly? A daughter of the dragon will tame the fire. And I'm pretty sure that fire here is not a literal fire." Everyone took their seats, still not understanding what this was all about. Kate and Richard were staring at Sarah long enough for everyone else to notice, so they looked at Sarah too.

I sobbed, shrinking back. The guards behind him drew their weapons, ready to execute me for disrespecting the King. But Dragon raised a single hand, stopping them instantly. His eyes never left my face. He looked at me as if I were a ghost, as if I were the only source of water in a burning desert. “Your daughter,” King Dragon growled, his voice suddenly thick with a dark, obsessive possessiveness that made my stomach drop. “How old is she?” “T-Twenty-four, my King,” my father stammered, confused.

I was stopped by a woman. “Excuse me, you’re Aqua aren’t you?” I nodded. “I am.” “I need your help if that’s okay.” I smiled. “Of course, it’s okay.” “My son is a hybrid. I’m an elf but his dad is a dragon shifter. He went off flying and I have no idea where he is. He’s twelve and he usually flies close to the village. A few dragons are our looking for him.”

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.