Son Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

A cord is around his neck with a small bag attached at the bottom. Strange. Pepper moans and the egg lights up as the baby inside senses the nearness of his mother. Drakon looks up and smiles. That smile on his handsome face is scarier than anything I've ever seen. "I'm explaining to my son that he will be the mightiest dragon ever born. He understands and he's ready to take his place beside me." Drakon is insane. We all knew it but I suddenly realize his crazy is half a cracker short of a crayon box.

Soon the remainder of his father’s companions had been slain. Randey stared, quaking with helplessness. A hint of movement in the corner of his eye caused him to look skyward. It took his panicked mind a moment to register what it was he was seeing. A dark shape was gliding down the valley toward the site of battle. When he realized what it was, a glimmer of hope blossomed within him. It was a Dragon. Specifically, it was Ghaeron. Randey had never seen the Dragon Guardian before, but he had no doubt. The gleaming, reflective black scales shimmered with rainbow ripples as he soared ever nearer. Randey smiled, feeling that rescue for his father was at hand.

"They sound really powerful." "They are. It's why the royal family are normally all pink eye dragons." I suddenly realised that I still didn't know who this man was, "Oh, I forgot to ask your name." He smiled and said, "Cyprus." "Can you tell us why we were drawn towards this place?"

Dilo growled, her words raspier than usual from the shock still coursing through her. “That was something I had yet to share with anyone,” Rex sighed, reaching out to put a hand on Dilo’s. “Not the way I wanted anyone to find out, but what Smarluuten says is true, while in my realm, I was soul bonded with a dragon. His name was Fafnir.” “You share blood with the son of the eldest?” Smarluuten breathed, his small eyes widening, one of his hands trembling slightly. “We must pay homage to the high bloods. I will make all arrangements.”

All during the story everyone seemed to listen intently not wanting to miss one detail. After a few minutes of pondering Markus was first to speak, “You said you spoke to a dragon called ‘Fafnir’?” he said rubbing his chin. “That’s what he said his name was” Rex replied, confused at his expression. “Remember the story I told you about how this place was created? There was an elder dragon called Lokmar and his son, that sons name is Fafnir. The effort of creating this place claimed Lokmar’s life and his son took his place as the king of dragons. Your father told me years ago that his families gift was to soul bind with dragons who had chosen them after I witnessed him breath fire. I find it c

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

The room that had spent an hour tearing itself apart stood silent around a ten-year-old. It was Gunnar who ran to him. The Dragon King crossed to his son and shook his head once, slow, and laid one great hand on the boy’s shoulder, and his voice came out gentler than I had ever heard it. “You can’t, Thorin. This dragon is too powerful.” Thorin looked up at his father, and his silver eyes flared bright enough to throw shadows. Smoke wafted from his breath and a low growl bubbled from his throat.

Gloria’s POV From the edge of the collapsing forest, Gloria watched him break. Watched the dragon boy scream himself hoarse against a sky that had already decided its victor. And she smiled. Because she knew the truth. Sierra wasn’t gone. Not yet. She had been claimed. The air split once more, fire opening like a curtain, and Gloria sank to her knees as the figure emerged fully. Vorath Kane. Dragon King. Ruler of ruin. Father of shadows. His wings unfurled behind him, dripping darkness like rivers. His eyes, molten gold, burned holes into the night. The very ground shook under his presence.

Corey asked hopefully. “Absolutely! Their child would posses a powerful blend between dragon and phoenix. In fact, the rogue dragons may still want to find you if they know you two are together. They would not want you to produce a child, because they know that child would have great strength. You and your child would be in danger if you become pregnant,” Adelaide cautioned.

“How? I’m just a werewolf, and you are -” “I’m part dragon, Eleanor,” he says, cutting me off, his voice low and heavy. “My father… my father is Thomas Black. The infamous dragon king.” Everything inside me freezes. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he adds quickly. “Our child… our child is too dangerous. To you. To the pack. And I can’t lose you, Eleanor. I won’t.” There’s a pause. A breath. “We’ll have to get rid of the baby.”