Mythical Dragons Mating นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I huffed with a slight scoff. He grinned, "That I did expect, but not so much excitement…" he replied slowly caging me between the sink and him, "to answer your questions, Dragons were thought to be extinct for some time, but we aren't anymore,” he saw my expression and chuckled, "it's a long story, believe me,” I did believe him, but my thoughts wandered to something else, "So Dragons have mates too?" I asked His smile dissolved as he looked at me, “some, not all of them,” he whispered back.

“So there have been others?” “Several,” Ona confirms. “Many of those pairs are part of our living lore. How many of our kingdoms claim parentage beyond their draconian side? In most cases, we just brush it off as a myth, but our younger brother is the descendant of one of those pairs that we know to be verified. Didn’t you ever wonder where Ayre, Fayre, Bleyd, Kore, and Myeti found their mates? How Carnelia, who never takes a dragon mate, have three children of her own, the first sun dragons? They all mated with the intelligent creatures of this planet, in many cases humans from what we can tell, except for Kore. Her mate was a kraken, a people who have long ago gone extinct.” “So you are cl

Kaelin slammed his foot against the bookshelf as hard as he could, gaining everyone’s attention as we all turned to look at him, steam coming from his nose in waves, proof that this dragon king was about to lose control, I took a step back out of instinct when he looked at me, ready to defended myself should it come to that, only he turned on his fellow dragons, his skin beginning to glow. “How can you all talk to her like that?” He shouts, his voice echoing with a fierce growl, before he turns back to look at me. “You are our mate, we sensed it the moment your car hit ours, if you are what you say then you wouldn’t know this, pheonix’s cannot tell their mate by smell alone like other shifte

He nodded, contemplating what I had said as he chewed on his lip. “But that doesn’t explain how you ended up being mates with Chloe,” he pointed out. “Correct,” I sighed. “Every once in a while, our dragon will choose a mate who isn’t human. When that happens… it is risky. Often, the female will already have a fated mate, and the dragon either has to reject her or be rejected and hope that his dragon might imprint again. But rejection is extremely painful for us, and results in us having to be put in a magical hibernating sleep for several years, so some dragons will live out their life mateless, always enduring the pain of their mate being with another. Rarely, the female will reject her fa

’ I asked taking a sit beside him while drowning his half glass of liquor. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as his eyes flickered to my lips and back to my eyes. ‘Since ancient times, love between dragons and other creatures was forbidden. A dragon and other creatures cannot procreate a normal healthy offspring, any offspring born would be an evil creature in the nearest future as a dragon hybrid instinct would be to kill even from a tender age, so it was frowned upon to avoid this problem. But of course, there will always be those who disobey the laws of the gods.

A bright flash erupted from deep inside of me and when it was gone, I felt myself growing stronger by the second. The beasts made one huge mistake when they let me live. They believed that I was the last one and, since there was no male, I would never have any children. What they didn’t know was that dragons didn’t have to mate for a female to lay eggs. I wasn’t going to take my revenge on the beasts by chasing after them all on my own. I would wait. I would lay my eggs and wait and when there were more of us, and the beasts least expected it, I would strike.

I whisper, keeping my eyes closed. "This can't be normal. It's been years....No....decades since I've seen you in pain" When the pain fades completely, I sit up slowly, feeling puzzled. Something is missing, I can feel like it. Bringing my hand to my chest, I close my eyes, trying to understand what has just happened. 'I can't feel her' Orin, my dragon murmurs. 'What?' 'Our mate. I can't feel her anymore.' "Dash? Are you alright?" West asks.

She looked back at me with those dark eyes that had never once in nineteen years pretended not to see something they were seeing. "Mate bonds," I said carefully, "in dragon culture they are not chosen. They are recognized. The dragon part of a person identifies their counterpart and it is" I paused. "It is not a feeling exactly. It is more like a fact. Something that simply is, regardless of whether either person is ready for it or wants it." Lyra was quiet. "And Drex," she said. "His dragon has recognized" "Yes," I said. She looked at the window. "He is two hundred and thirty years old," she said.

I asked biting my lip as shoppers moved past us. “When a dragon picks a mate, it’s for life. She wanted Marcus to choose her, so she could bear his young and hopefully breed more dragons. We’re pretty rare you know?” He said with a slight smile as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I guess so, I mean I thought dragons were myths until a few hours ago.” I said as his fingers trailed down my neck making me shiver even though I wasn’t cold. “I’m glad you understand Amelia.” Louis said brushing his thumb over my cheek before reaching down to take my hand in his.

“That feels unfairly specific.” “You do argue quite passionately.” She narrowed her eyes at him. He looked entirely unbothered. Then his expression shifted slightly. “Ask me,” he said. Mia blinked. “Ask you what?” “The question you have been avoiding since the dragon’s chamber.” Silence stretched between them. He already knew exactly which question she meant. Mia swallowed once. “The woman in the prophecy,” she said carefully. “The one with my face.” Her voice lowered. “The prophecy says she is your mate.”