Son Of The Dragon Novels & Stories

Drake let him do its thing. Drake remained silent when they were in the elevator. He deliberately stood a little behind June, paying close attention to June's back. He didn't see it wrong, there was a sign and it was a sign of hers. There is only one dragon king in modern times in the world and that is Drake. It couldn't be wrong, Drake had slept with her. Of the many women he had slept with, not all brought up signs. Some of the women brought up the dragon mark but Drake just ignored it. However, June was different in Drake's view. After all, June was the only Drake partner he knew at this time. June is the Dragon King's Mate.

“Dom, I know it’s not fair to keep you in the dark. The council’s oracles seen the power that was locked inside me. However, they weren’t able to locate me since the spell made me appear human. They fear my power and now my son’s. The oracles told them that the child born to Morgan would become a powerful witch dragon hybrid that would destroy them all.” She paused allowing the information to sink in. Then she began explaining the situation again. “They also foretold of a white male dragon with golden accents born to myself and Alaric. He would have silver eyes in dragon and human form. The rarest most powerful dragon. The oracles seen a prophecy that has scared the council. My son would be

The cork of the bottle fell to the floor as he yanked it off and took a long much needed drink. On top of the King coming for him, he also had to deal with that bitch of a slayer Freja. Zarek and him had worked to track down the slayer who killed the Elder King years ago. They never found out the identity of the person and just the found out that it was a mere kid. A literal kid who had been only ten and some odd winters old. They had spent years puzzled as to how a child took down the biggest dragon alive, Zarek’s father.

I asked him. “King Hunter Draxlar, King of the Dragons of Draxlar. If you are correct, then that is Clayton Draxlar, my son and the Prince of the Dragons,” he said, looking back at Beast, who now wasn’t growling as much, but still looked menacing. I tried to link them, but I got nowhere. “Please help him to calm down,” I requested. “He doesn’t need help calming down. You can do that for him. What he wants is my acceptance,” he said.

“What the hell just happened back there?” Brenda asked sounding near hysterics. “It’ll be okay Brenda,” I said to her as I stepped on the gas and sped up on the highway. “Why was he acting like that?” she asked. “Brenda, his dragon recognized you as his bonded half,” I said to her. “Oh no, no, no, no,” she said as her hands instantly went around her arms as she cradled herself. “His name’s Cameron O’Connell, his father is the Sire of the Chicago lair. I’ve known them my whole life and I know that he’ll arrive at my house with his father and probably mine as well not long after we reach it,” I said to her.

"Alpha Zero's son is coming huh? I don't think that he can just take Sydney with them and leave. Did my father say that he would allow them to take her?" I gritted my teeth thinking of the white beast, Alpha Zero's son is a notorious Alpha just like his father and he would soon take over as the Alpha of the North. Sydney is a white wolf and is sure to be related to them. But Alpha Zero's son is not mated and he might show interest, that arrogant wolf did not even come to Jessica's party despite them being relatives by blood but now he wanted to come to the Langston Palace to meet Sydney!

Of all the reasons he imagined for his father’s absence, betrayal had never crossed his mind. But Josh didn’t know the man had no memories of him, no sense of who he was. So how was he supposed to judge if this was true? Had his father really turned against his own family? Or was there more to the story? Lilith smirked, enjoying having the upper hand. “A few years ago, your father decided he didn’t want to live under Giovanni De La Cruz’s rule anymore. He wanted power of his own. So he made a move.” Josh asked,“What move?”

I hold the gaze of the man in front of me. “Do you know what you are?” I ask him. “Of course I do.” “Which dragon line are you from, Drache or Ddraig?” I ask. I see Avalon turn her head to glance at the man who is watching me intently. His voice is much less aggressive now that I’m holding my hand up, palm facing him. My light has started to glow. He stares at my hand. “I’m from the Drache line.” “The Protectors,” I say and his eyes snap to mine. “My father was from the Drache line, apparently, but I inherited my mother’s line, the Falkor line.”

I had firmly resolved not to help him again, but when I saw him lying pale on the cold hospital bed, my heart still softened. He was my flesh and blood and the son I had raised and protected with Celia, after all. But every time I softened, his malice escalated. This time, after he had thrown himself off a four-story building right before my eyes, I had sworn never to soften or give in to him again. Murmurs from the crowd grew louder. The onlookers had eyes full of shock, and several middle-aged women even covered their mouths in sheer pain. "Oh gosh! This son came into the world just to collect debts from his parents. All he does is take everything they have and still acts so entitled. He's

“Elara, no child can tame a dragon. Dragons are rare. Most people never even see one.” Liora crossed her arms and looked at Auren with disdain. “And how old is this child? Why is he so small?” “Elara, even if you are angry with Lucian, you should have raised his child properly. You cannot neglect him like this.” “My son is not Lucian’s child.” I looked at them coldly. “He can ride dragons because his father is Kael Drakon, the Supreme Dragonlord.” “And I am Kael Drakon’s wife.”