Mythical Dragons Mating Novels & Stories

I leaned into his touch. “My father is hosting a fire ceremony. It’s where dragons who wish to be mates ask our dragon God, Typhon to join us with a bond. If he grants the bond, a mark will be singed into an area on our necks, much like your race marks each other with a bite. Our God will burn the mark into our necks. The marks will match, and a mate bond is felt between the two dragons. The bond will make each dragon stronger because their strength is shared.”

With two mates, he knew instinctively that she would carry both their babies for she would ovulate more than a normal dragoness. Soon Chezzal came to the other side of Meryl and curled his arm around her. He closed his eyes and went off to sleep. Brishor rested his legs on her thigh and he too went off to sleep. For the first time in hundreds of years, the two dragons drifted off into a deep slumber, their hands protectively around their mate. She was with them, mated and marked and claimed. Now there was no worry. For the entire week, the three explored each other to their limits. When they returned to the palace, they were beaming with joy and confidence. It was as if they were invincible.

“How could I forget my mate?” He shakes his head, looking at me in confusion. “I thought dragons didn’t have mates.” “Dragons choose their mates,” I say with a smile, “And I choose you.”

what did I expect to feel? “Austin!” The clear warning in Tristan’s voice was hard to miss. “Let me do this!” Austin urged, his voice lower this time. “Austin, she’s my mate!” Tristan snapped. Mate.. Again that word was spoken by Tristan. I hardly doubt it meant friend. And while I knew from werewolf romance novels mate meant a soulmate, a life partner. One to cherish and support. One born to love you deeply, but that emotion only existed in books, where one writes whatever on blank pages, to seek comfort away from reality. Mate.. soulmates, only existed in books, someone given to you, someone that kept you away from torment and destruction that constantly plagues life, a small silver of hap

It glowed with a celestial radiance that pushed back the shadows of the Citadel. Silas let out a roar of pure agony, dropping her. He fell to one knee, clutching his chest as his own tattoos turned from red to a blinding, holy white. "No!" Silas snarled, his voice a distorted mix of human and beast. "Not a wolf! I will not be mated to a golden-eyed cur!" The Dragon-Madness, usually a slow burn, spiked into a frenzy. His fingernails lengthened into obsidian talons. He lunged at Aria, his hand slamming into the stone wall behind her head, shattering the rock into dust.

"Dragons don't breed like other beastfolk. We lay eggs, and the little ones will hatch in time. It spares the mother much pain." My mind drifted back to my past life, where I'd nearly died in the birthing chamber and given birth to a weak, sickly cub despite the suffering. But then again… Kael had poor genes and was infertile. Carrying that cub completely drained my body, and the cub was so weak that it took a full year of meticulous care just to pull through. This time, everything was different. From the moment I conceived, Draken scoured the clan for rare delicacies and tonics. I had ten housekeepers caring for my every whim and was forbidden from doing any work. He'd fed me into a glowing

As Edon continued its evolution, so Neyalha and Gheyaral came to know that they, though immortal, also felt a desire to have progeny that could serve not only to expand the race of Dragons, but could aid them in their task of guiding the inhabitants of Edon. And so were born to them, emerging from their shining, silvery shells upon the highest peak in the Erimanthe Mountains, a pair of young Dragons. As with their parents, so too were the young ones a male and a female. Yet they were so vastly different in appearance it was immediately evident which was which. The male was dark, his scales an iridescent black that shimmered with ripples of color in the morning light. Red eyes glowed beneath

As the dragon spoke, the mist from his breath caressed her ear, making her shiver again. "Do you know the story of the dragon's bride?" Her head shakes slowly, his fingers flicking the end of her braid between them. He stepped closer to her back, his hand grasping at her hip, pulling her back towards him. Pushing her braid off her neck, he trailed a finger against the pale skin of her slender neck. His eyes roam over the birthmark, his tongue wetting his lips. "When the Yellow Emperor ruled, he wished for the dragons to reign beside him and give him the power he needed to grow the country. At the end of his reign, the dragons ascended as Immortal beings and have been in the Heavenly Realm ev

Drago had seen her naked, even touched her, but she was half out of it when this had occurred. “I’m kidding,” he smiled,”Sort of.” Drago lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed. “My dragon is growing restless, my love,” he lowered her to the bed,smiling as he lay down beside her.”He wants to meet his beautiful, alluring fiery haired goddess of a mate.” Drago positioned himself over her, his weight on his elbows, then bent down and pressed his lips to hers. “I will not pressure you, though, Madchen,” he said in between soft kisses,”But know this, I want to spend the rest of my life with you,and the dragon knows this.”