Son Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

"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–”

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.

my father growls. He has no idea that I am his dragon thief. I am his worst enemy when it comes to these dragon eggs. Not only does it put our kingdom at risk every time he steals one, but in my heart, I know it’s not right. Dragons were not meant to be tamed and used as weapons, which is exactly what my father intends to do with the dragons he’s found. I have no doubt he would try to beat the poor beast into submission if it didn’t submit to his will, and I refuse to stand by and watch that. The first time my father found a dragon egg, I was too young and naïve to know what to do. Thankfully, that egg never hatched. It was a green, the most common of the dragons.

Human traders move through the streets carrying goods from distant cities that once knew nothing about magic. Children run everywhere. That is perhaps the most wonderful change of all. In the decade since the bridge opened, more shifter children have been born than in the previous fifty years combined. Dragons once feared their race would fade. Now their laughter fills entire valleys. “Mom!” The shout comes from above. I glance upward just in time to see two small dragon shapes swoop across the sky. One is unmistakably my son. Jakob. Ten years old and already flying like he was born with the wind beneath his wings.

” The First King bowed until his forehead touched the earth. “Father of Dragons” The words spread like a prayer. Father of Dragons. The First Flame. The Dreaming King. Aurelion. The being from whom every dragon bloodline had descended. Aurelion’s gaze shifted toward Verath. Then Elara. A smile touched his ancient face. “My descendants.” Verath pointed at himself. “You mean me?” “And her.” Elara blinked. “Me too?” Aurelion nodded. “You have both inherited pieces of the beginning.” Verath looked utterly lost.

There was an attack, of sorts…or no…NO! My father’s Beta attacked the diplomat, Sonja, and my mother leapt into action. She shifted into her dragon form, a form my father had bound to make it easier to control her. My siblings and I are more wolf shifter than dragon shifter, but hybrids still the same. Magic rebounded and struck me, but I didn’t pass out, not right away. I was awake enough to see my father kill mom and the Beta kill Sonja. Oh shit! If Sonja does, Drake must have died, unless…maybe he is Zelle’s mate. It would be a shame if a man as gorgeous as him didn’t survive!